Page 59 of Pucked In Vegas

"For you? Always." He drops to his knees, spreading my legs wider. "Now hold onto the bar, Cassie."

I grip the edge as he pushes my skirt up around my waist. His breath is hot against my inner thigh, and I shiver in anticipation.

"God, I love how wet you get for me," he murmurs, his tongue tracing the edges of my pussy in that way that makes my back arch. "So fucking sweet, baby."

"Don't get cocky," I manage, though my voice breaks when he sucks my clit between his lips.

He looks up, ocean-blue eyes gleaming. "Too late for that."

My leg hooks around his shoulder as he devours me, his tongue relentless against the heat of my core. I'm trembling, one hand tangled in his hair, when he pulls back, lips glistening.

"Couch. Now."

We stumble to the leather sofa, my skirt bunched around my waist, his pants already unzipped. He sits, pulling me onto his lap.

"This is what I think about during those boring team meetings," he confesses as I sink down onto him. "You, taking me like this."

I straddle Jackson, the sight of his hard cock making my nipples tighten painfully. His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my flesh with a desperation that matches my own.

I wrap my hand around his length, marveling at the silky heat, the pulse that echoes my own racing heart.

"Cassie," he groans, his head falling back against the couch, exposing the corded muscles of his neck. I lean down, nipping at his throat, tasting the salt of his skin.

His hips buck beneath me, impatient, eager.

I rise up on my knees, positioning him at my entrance. The tip of his cock teases my folds, slipping through the wetness, sending shocks of pleasure against my clit.

I sink down, just an inch, my body stretching to accommodate him. His grip on my hips tightens, a guttural sound escaping his lips.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," he rasps, his eyes locked onto where our bodies meet. I slide down a little more, my breath hitching as he fills me slowly. The sensation is intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that has me gasping.

His hands move from my hips to my ass, cupping the cheeks, guiding me as I start to move. I rise up, almost letting him slip out, before sliding back down, taking him deeper. Eachmovement sends waves of pleasure crashing through me. His cock hits every sensitive spot, igniting a fire that burns hotter with each thrust.

I lean forward, my hands bracing against his chest.

"You know…Oh…You should be paying attention during those team meetings."

His hands grip my ass, guiding my movements as he slaps his palm against my cheeks, the strike making me yelp out with pleasure.

"I pay attention to what matters. And right now, that's making my wife come around my cock."

The crude words send heat flooding through me. I ride him harder, chasing the building pressure coiling deep inside my core.

"I'm going to score a hat trick next game," he promises, voice strained. "Just so you'll wear nothing but my jersey after."

"Confident for someone who—" I gasp as he hits the perfect spot deep inside me. "Who's only been in the league six months and hasn't even broken into the starting line up."

"I married you for a reason, remember?"

He flips us suddenly, pressing me into the leather as he drives his hips deeper, filling me with his cock, harder, faster. I feel him pulsing, my own orgasm tightening around his shaft as he pounds into me, bringing me right there with him.

"I know exactly what I want. Fuck,Cassie."

"OH!"

We come together in a climax that leaves me gasping for air, my nails digging into the firm muscles of his shoulders, drawing out a primal growl from deep within him.

His face is buried in the crook of my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine as he spills inside me, the sensation warm and addictive.

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