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I tightened my fingers in her hair and warned, “I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep doingthat.”
But she clung to me even harder, fingers tightening on my hard length while her mouth moved back and forth over the tip. It was like she was trying to suck my soul out of my body.
I closed my eyes and relaxed on the bed, savoring how amazing her lips felt. I was close. I grunted out some kind of warning, letting her know I was going to explode. I thought about standing up and taking over, shooting my load all over her chest and neck.
Josie had other plans, though. She was moaning constantly now, a perfect vibration into my shaft while she touched herself. Then that familiar tingling sensation filled my balls, almost as powerful as the climax I’d had with her last night.
I moaned, gripping a handful of her hair in my fist as I began to come. But instead of pulling back and letting me shoot my load elsewhere, Josie kept her lips wrapped tightly around my cock. As soon as the first rope of my load erupted in her mouth, the pleasure was so intense that my entire body trembled. My eyes clenched shut and the world disappeared for a few moments, all of my senses going dim so that I could focus only on the intense ecstasy in my cock.
It felt like I came for hours.
When I finally was able to open my eyes again, I saw Josie gazing up at me, luxuriating in my orgasm. She pulled back until her lips were pressed together in a kiss on the tip of my dick, then her throat moved as she swallowed every drop that I had given her.
“Josie,” I said, my chest heaving. “That…”
“That is just the beginning,” she said, standing and taking off her shirt, then bra. Her breasts fell out heavily, capturing all of my attention. “Because now it’s your turn to make good on your promise.”
I took a moment to appreciate how gorgeous she looked, standing in front of me topless, one eyebrow raised expectantly.
Then I stood up, gave her a long kiss, and threw her onto the bed.
I was a man of my word, after all.
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Josie
For the next hour, Grayson held me down on the bed and licked, sucked, and fucked me until we were a sweaty tangle of body parts. Only after I had come three more times—or was it four?—did he finally clench his eyes shut and come inside me again, holding me in his arms like I was the only life preserver in an otherwise empty ocean.
For a while after that, we rested against each other in bed, catching our breath. We didn’t speak for a while, but then again, we didn’t need to. Our bodies had done all the talking.
“I don’t want to go on our date later,” he eventually said.
“Really?”
“I don’t want to play in the second game tomorrow night, either,” he added softly. “I don’t want to get on a plane and fly home. All I want to do is stay in this hotel room with you, ordering room service and making love to you all day and night.”
I smiled at the thought. “For how long?”
“Until I’m so dehydrated that white puffs of dust are the only thing shooting out of my dick. Say, five or six days.”
I snuggled against him happily. “I bet you’d get bored with meafter day two.”
“I fucking doubt it,” he replied with a level of certainty that made me shiver with joy.
As we cuddled together, I took a mental step back and thought about the situation. I was sleeping with a hockey player. The captain of the team, the most eligible bachelor in San Antonio. We had an insane amount of sexual chemistry.
And he seemed like he was into me as much as I was into him, a comforting realization.
We cuddled together for a little while longer, and then he kissed my forehead and got out of bed. “I have a team meeting in half an hour. Then I’m going to nap a bit before our dinner date.”
“Napping is a good idea,” I told him, stretching out on my belly like a cat. “You’re going to need your energy for later.”
He grinned while putting on his clothes.
“Aren’t you going to ask why?” I prodded.
His green-eyed gaze locked onto me. “I knowexactlywhy. Believe me: it’s all I’ve been thinking about since I came inside you half an hour ago.” His eyes left mine and moved down my body. “Damn, pussycat. I’m half-hard just looking at you right now.”
