Page 92 of The Fantasy League
In the same motion, I thrust two fingers deep inside her soaked cunt and she slapped a hand against her mouth to stifle a scream. I reached my free arm up and tugged her hand away. A loud moan tore out of her, but I stayed consistent with my movements.
She liked it when I flicked her clit with my tongue and curled my fingers against her G-spot simultaneously, andIliked hearing the noises she made while I did it.
Fuck, she looked so gorgeous writhing in pleasure beneath me. And double fuck the fact that I was going to be the only man to ever look at her like this again.
Scarlett bucked her hips upward, racing toward her orgasm, but I pulled away when her moans became rampant. She grumbled a few expletives under her breath at the loss of contact.
“I changed my mind. Want you to come on my cock instead.”
“Even better.” Her breathing was heavy, but at least she wasn’t pissed off now.
Lining up with her center, I plunged my aching cock inside and her already tight pussy instinctively clamped around me in pleasure.
Fuck, I wasn’t going to last long if she continued doing that.
I peered down at her whimpering beneath me with eyes that urged for more of my length, which I gave to her with long, hard strokes.
I wrapped my right hand around her neck and pressed firmly against the sides, just enough so that she started to feel light-headed. Based on the carnal look in Scarlett’s eyes, she was loving every second of it.
“Open your mouth,” I ordered with a smirk on my lips.
Scarlett immediately responded to my request, parting her lips and sticking her tongue out slightly. Spit spilled from my lips and into her mouth, which she swallowed without hesitation.
Fuck, that was hot.
“Come with me, Red.”
She nodded, and I pounded into her harder until she convulsed around me and her pussy milked my cock until every drop of cum was inside of her. I steadied my movements as she pulsed around me, kissing her gently while she caught her breath.
After using my cum as lube and making her orgasm another time on my fingers for good measure, I forced myself out of bed and far enough away from Scarlett that I could put on workout gear for practice without being tempted to climb back into bed with her.
Training camp was officially one month away and my focus was locked in on improving my blocking, not only to make me a better player but also because I wanted nothing to hold back the Matrix from being back-to-back League Bowl champs.
I only fucking hoped the other players on the team gave half a rat’s ass while they trained during the off-season or we’d be royally screwed.
After successfully dressing myself, I walked back into the bedroom and grabbed my phone and watch from the nightstand.
“Come back, it’s cold.” Scarlett’s hand reached out from underneath the comforter and tugged at my shirt.
Fuck. I’d spend all day in this bed with her if I could.
“I have to go to practice, Red.” I placed a kiss on her forehead.
“Five minutes, please.” Her hand wrapped around my wrist. She wore one of my worn-out, oversized T-shirts that I’d thrown her from the closet—well, oversized for her. It fit me just fine—hit her midthigh, one of which was poking out from where she was half covered by the duvet.
She looked so fucking adorable when she was in this delirious half-woken state.
Like any good man would do, I climbed back underneath the covers and tucked her against my side just the way she liked for five more minutes.
Needless to say, I ended up being twenty minutes late to practice.
I’d fallen for her “five more minutes” ruse two more times before Scarlett finally dozed off to sleep, which allowed me to reluctantly wiggle myself out from her grasp.
If I didn’t have multiple million-dollar contracts to adhere to, I’d stay in that bed with her for-fucking-ever if that’s what she wanted.
Before leaving, I pressed a quick kiss against her cheek and left her a quick note on the nightstand telling her that I loved her.
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