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Will groans into my mouth as his kisses become more urgent. A hint of vanilla lingers on his tongue, and I definitely won’t be able to look at ice cream the same after tonight. For years, he fought me to the point that if I told him the sky was blue, he’d insist it was pink. I’ll admit, I love pushing his buttons—but at what cost? So many women took advantage of his fame, and each time, I had to help pick up the pieces. If either of us had admitted how we felt, I would’ve left the Cougars sooner, and saved him from heartache and trust issues.
I can’t get close enough. Just as I need reassurance, I want to show him I’m not like the others. I care about him deeply. Always have. I pull back an inch, enough to meet his eyes to tell him, “This is new, and fun, but in no world would I do anything to hurt you.”
“What if reality doesn’t live up to the fantasy?”
“In about four months, football season will be over, and you can travel with me and the team. Just don’t flirt with the WAGs or I’ll sic Russ on you.”
Will barks a laugh, and I feel it everywhere. “Fuck, I love you… I mean…” Time stops and all levity is gone. Where there’s always heat in his gaze, there’s now a swirl of fear and sadness. “Shit. I’m sorry, that kind of slipped out.”
My heart is stuck in my throat. “Did you mean it?”
“Yes.” His usual confidence surprises me, expecting him to take it back. He doesn’t
While I have big feelings for him, I’m not there yet, and won’t say those three heartfelt words unless I mean them. “Then show me. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow thinking I imagined all of this. Take down the mask and prove the fantasy doesn’t hold a candle to reality.” I kiss him softly, then whisper, “Stand up,Mr. Darling.” A rumble comes from his chest, and he grips the back of my neck, bringing my lips back to his. “Oh, is calling you that doing something for you? Are you finally going to listen to me, or are you going to be my usual pain in my ass?”
“A little of both,” he chuckles, then presses a final kiss to my forehead.
For what has to be the third time he’s ever done what I asked of him, he stands and offers his hand. I swat it away and hook my fingers in his waistband, tugging his sweatpants and underwear down a couple of inches. Glancing up at him with doe eyes, I bite my lip, then drag them down to his ankles in one quick motion. He truly is one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen—a fucking Adonis. I keep my gaze fixed on his stupidly handsome face and glide my tongue along the underside of his long, thick cock, swirling around the tip. As I take him deep, he twitches in my mouth, and I stifle a laugh, gripping the base to keep control.
“I thought you told me to prove I love you. How am I supposed to do that when you’re teasing the fuck out of me?”
“I’m teasing you? I had no idea.” I take all of him in my mouth and slowly slide my lips back up, pulling off with a pop. “If you’re mine, then that means this cock is mine too. When I’m away, I want you to remember me right here, topless, as you’re begging to come down my throat.”
“I don’t beg,” he growls. One tortuous inch at a time, I lick around the crown, swiping away his precum with my tongue. “Okay, fine, I begsometimes!” I grab the ice cream and take a bite, letting the creamy goodness melt in my mouth before licking his cock from base to tip. “Fuck, yeah, okay! I’ll beg!”
“Then do it,” I taunt, setting the ice cream behind me.
Will glides his hands into my hair, massaging my scalp. I sigh into his touch, and he warns, “But I don’t want to come in your mouth, gorgeous.” He tugs gently and groans. “I want to fill your tight cunt so full you feel me dripping down your thighs all day tomorrow.”
My pussy involuntarily clenches at his suggestion, but giving in would be reckless. Thankfully, my hormones aren’t in the driver's seat. “In my mouth or my ass. Or you’re wrapping it up…Darling.” A chuckle slips out as his name sounds more like a term of endearment than a warning.
As I stroke him slowly, keeping my eyes locked on his, he huffs, “Do you always have to boss me around?” I pick up my pace, making a show of teasing the tip with my tongue. “Why can’t you let me—Oh, fuck, that feels good.” I moan, taking his perfect cock until he hits the back of my throat. “Touch yourself for me. Don’t come—that’s my job.”
I do as he asks, sliding a hand into my panties and circling my clit. As my fingers move faster, I suck harder, wanting to make him come harder than he ever has. He may want to claim me with cum dripping down my legs, but I want him aching for me every minute we’re apart.
I’m not a jealous woman, but hundreds of women would pay to be in the position I’m in. I can’t help smiling as his words echo in my ear:Fuck, I love you.
“Get close for me,” he commands, “so I can drown in you when…Fuck, Elle!”
“I’m sorry!” I pull off him, but his tangled fingers in my hair don’t let me get far.
“No, baby, you’re mouth is fucking heaven. I was about to come.”
I cock an eyebrow and stuff down my amusement. “Isn’t that the point?”
“Yes. I mean,no!I love that you want to, but…” Pressing his palm between my breasts, he guides me to lay down on the bench. “It’s late, and I willnotcome before you do.” He tugs my legs until my ass is hanging over like I’m preparing for a damn pap smear, then slides my thong off, tossing it aside like he did last time. Licking up my center—just once—a deep growl settles in his chest. “If anything is too much, tap my leg. Once, twice, doesn’t matter. I’ll stop.”
I nod—whatever he’s planning has to beat any speculum I’ve experienced. I trust he won’t hurt me, but have no idea what he has in store; I’ve lost all control.
“I need your words, gorgeous. One tap and we’re done. When my face is between your legs, I’ll be lost in the taste of you while I fuck your throat.”
“Yes,” I breathe, but my pussy is breaking out the pom-poms.
Will climbs over me, hovering above backwards, with his ass in my face. I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. He reaches his arms through my legs, then twists to grip my knees, tucking my legs under his arms. Spreading me wide, he lowers his mouth to my clit, tilting my hips toward him with the pulley-system he’s invented. I grip his cock stroking him as he finds the perfect rhythm for me then take him in my mouth.
The angle isn’t quite right, and I shift my head a little to the left off the bench to take him deeper, massaging his full balls.Our gasps and grunts echo off the walls, but he’s never rough with his long, slow thrusts in my mouth.
Two fingers press inside me, curling and stroking, then he drags them out and I gasp as he teases one down to my ass. He only pushes in a knuckle deep, and I’m overwhelmed by the sensation, but I’m not the least bit upset about it.
