Page 10 of Draft Pick

Starlie was like a drug, and I was already slipping into addiction.

I held her hips and surged against her, a slow grin pulling at the corner of my mouth as she moaned, half-asleep. The morning light caressed her smooth skin, picking up the golden highlights in her hair as I gently brushed it aside to bare her neck. Tiny abrasions marred her delicate skin from last night. I wasn’t usually the kind of guy who left marks — but seeing my mark on Starlie gave me a primal thrill.

Goddamn, I wanted to eat her alive.

“Good morning, sugar,” I murmured against her shoulder, squeezing her against me. “I’m down for round four, five? I lost count. But I’m ready if you are.”

Starlie’s sleep giggle/moan was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. My cock would split in half if she didn’t stop pouring gasoline on the fire.

“Don’t you have practice or something?” she teased, her voice still rough with sleep. “I need sleep.”

“Practice at 10,” I confirmed even as I maneuvered her to her back, her tiny smile belying her groaned protests. “But, that gives us an hour or so to kill,” I said, mesmerized by her beautiful breasts, remembering how they tasted in my mouth and how sensitive her nipples were.

“Maybe I have plans,” she said, even as she reached between us to grasp my cock. I sucked in a tight breath as she teased her slit with the mushroom head of my erection. “I mean, it’s pretty presumptuous of you to assume that I don’t have someone else to spend my time with today.”

“Presumptuous,” I repeated slowly, mesmerized by all that creamy flesh. “Do you always use such big words before breakfast?”

“I like to put my word-of-the-day calendar to good use. Here’s another — turgid,” she said, squeezing my cock again. “Can you guess what that means?”

“It means you’re about to have a mess in your hands if you don’t stop squeezing like that,” I warned with a grin.

She returned with a silky, “We wouldn’t want that, would we…” and rose up to seal her mouth to mine, instantly reminding me how being inside her was like catching a sinful glimpse of heaven.

Our tongues swirled, tasting and teasing, becoming more urgent until we were rolling around on the bed, and Starlie ended up on top.

What a fucking fantastic view, I thought, gazing up at Starlie with an unabashed appreciation for those beautiful tits. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts, and I filled my palms with soft flesh. Her tousled hair tumbled around her shoulders, a hot mess of morning bedhead and wild sex aftermath — and I couldn’t take my eyes away.

Starlie’s head fell back as she impaled herself on my cock, her throat working on a deep groan. Her hips flexed, rolling against me, grinding and rubbing, finding her pleasure without apology. “Ohhh, God, Cason,” she cried out, shuddering as she rocked on my erection, her nipples pearling beneath my palms. Her sweet pussy clenched around me, bathing my cock with liquid heat as her juices dribbled down my shaft and dripped down my thighs.

I wanted to lap up every drop. I wanted to drown in her juices as she came, losing herself as pleasure rocked her sidewise.

I anchored her hips, helping her ride, driving my cock into her hot sheath, shoving my meat as deep as it could go, needing to fill her completely. “Take it, Starlie,” I grunted, the cords of my neck standing out as my fingers curled into her soft skin, thrusting into her with brutal and relentless force. Her big tits bounced with each thrust as her body shuddered with another orgasm.

Ahhh, there’s that fine “O” face.

Annnnd here comes mine.

“Fucccccckkkkkk,” I grunted, going rigid as a monster orgasm seized my body, rattling down my nerve endings to explode into her dripping core, bathing her insides with my cream. I came so hard my dripping cum would soak her panties for hours.

I savagely liked that thought.

A long sigh escaped Starlie as she sagged forward, breathing hard, lying on my chest, my cock still half-embedded in her pussy. “God, you’re good at that,” she said, her uneven tone both appreciative and accusatory. “I didn’t realize sex could be this good.”

I grinned my male pride ballooning.Hell yeah, baby. The next guy between her legs will have a hard time measuring up to that performance. That should’ve been enough for my ego, but I didn’t like the idea of anyone else with Starlie.

One-night-stand rule #1: don’t get attached.

“So, uh, you seeing anyone right now?” I tried for casual as Starlie rolled off me, wrapping the sheet around her. I didn’t hide my frown and tugged at the sheet. “You should never hide your tits — they’re goddamn perfect.”

Starlie laughed and pulled the sheet up anyway, meeting my gaze with residual amusement. “You don’t get to ask those questions, remember? No strings attached. I probably shouldn’t have even told you my real name.”

I did one better. “Probably shouldn’t have brought me to your place,” I said, slowly pulling at the offending sheet so I could see those twin globes. In case she had any ideas of pulling that shit again, I pulled her close, pressing her against me. “I mean, I’m in your bed, your sheets will smell like me — smell like us — and that seems like an inefficient way to keep things impersonal.”

“I planned to wash my sheets as soon as you leave,” she returned, but she seemed pretty damn comfortable in my arms. “By the end of the day, I’ll barely remember this happened.”

“Nice try.” I didn’t believe that for a second. “You’ve cum more with me than you have with all of guys in your sexual history.”

I stood by my bold claim even as Starlie laughed. “Your ego is something else. I think you’ve been hit too many times in the head. Don’t you have an Uber or something to catch?”

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