Page 131 of Unraveling Rain
“That’s right. I want to fuck you on the couch, then hard against the wall—while you wear my jersey.”
His voice drops, thick with lust, each word dripping heat.
I shudder at the thought of my man making me cry out in pleasure, and I hurry to strip off my clothes.
Xander drops onto the couch, legs spread wide. His dick stands at full attention, and arousal pools in my core at the sight.
The moment he fists his cock and gives it a couple of slow pumps, I whimper in anticipation. I can’t wait to have him inside me.
I quickly tug the white bow from my hair and shake my head, letting it cascade down my shoulders.
“You’re so fucking hot, Cherry,” Xander says, lifting his hips off the couch, making his cock bob.
I lick my lips, and he crooks a finger, beckoning me forward with a sexy smile.
I move toward him slowly, savoring his gaze on my body. When I get close enough, he grabs my waist and pulls me into his lap.
I yelp in surprise, straddling him in one smooth motion.
“Careful, tiger. You don’t want to injure me on my first night here,” I tease.
But Xander’s done playing.
His cock slides along my entrance, and I moan. “Fuck, yes.”
He does it again. Over and over. Teasing me, just the head, then sliding in an inch before pulling back and rubbing against my clit.
Fuck, this man knows exactly how to rev me up.
“Xander, I’m all for foreplay, but please fuck me.Now,” I practically beg, squirming in his lap.
“Like this?” he asks, and rams into me.
All the air whooshes from my lungs.
“Yes. Again,” I gasp, sweeping my hair over one shoulder to give him access to my neck.
Xander sucks and bites at my throat as he slams into me, again and again, making me cry out in pleasure—just like I’d hoped he would.
“If you knew how sexy you look in my jersey, babe… I don’t think anything will ever top tonight,” he says, his rhythm building.
I pant, gripping his shoulders like a lifeline as my heart races. My release hits faster than I expected, and I collapse against him, spent.
I thought he’d be tired after the game, but clearly, he saved some energy for our post-game activities.
“Ready for round two?” he asks, rising from the couch with me still wrapped around him.
He presses me against the wall, and my legs lock around his waist. One hand grips my ass to keep me in place while the other pins my wrist above my head.
He slides inside me, deep and deliberate. The stretch feels so good, I might come before he even moves.
But then he does.
Each thrust drives the base of his cock against my clit, making my body twitch with pleasure.
“Hotshot,” I moan, dazed. I don’t even know what I need—just that I want more.
“What is it, Cherry? What do you want?” he pants, his jaw clenched, eyes locked on mine.
