The Jock by J.L. Beck Page 0,83

sense my eyes on her, she looks up from the book and smiles.

“It’s very rude to stare at someone while they’re reading.”

“Is it?” I grin, playing dumb.

“Very.” She closes her paperback and sits it down on the pillow. When she looks back up at me, her eyes are shining with lust.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you all day and planned to do so right after dinner, but then Murphy showed up and ruined it all.”

“Gosh darn, Murphy.” Blair grins as she speaks, her fingers twist at the hem of her shirt. She wants me just as badly as I want her. I’d bet the second I sink between her legs, I’ll find her dripping wet. That’s just how it is with us.

We can never seem to get enough of each other. Even when we’re naked, and our bodies are connected, it still doesn’t feel like we’re close enough.

Tugging my shirt off over my head, I toss it on the floor and flick the button on my jeans before looking up at her. When I do, I find her shirtless and kicking off her sleep shorts. Fuck me, she looks so beautiful. Dark hair, porcelain skin, and pink lips that I want wrapped around my cock. To think I lived a life without her once.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk without thinking about me,” I warn as I walk over to her.

“Oh, really, are you?” she teases, reaching for me, she shoves my jeans and boxers down all at once.

“Yes,” I groan, just as her wet, warm mouth slips over the tip of my cock. Her mouth feels like heaven, magnified ten thousand.

“Mmm,” she moans around my length, and I take her heavy breasts in my hands, rolling the hard nubs between two fingers as she takes me deeper into her mouth.

When my length hits the back of her throat, she gags, and pleasure hits me with the intensity of a lightning strike.

“Fuck, Blair, your mouth is great, but I need to come inside you,” I moan, disconnecting her mouth from my cock, even though I’d rather cut my own arm off than give up that sweet mouth of hers. “Lie back and let me feast.” I grin before dropping to my knees.

Spreading her legs wide, I push her knees to her chest and start devouring her. Arousal coats the inside of her thighs, so I don’t have to warm her up much since she’s already dripping. However, there is nothing like feasting on her pussy.

“Oh, god, Cage,” Blair murmurs as she runs her fingers through my hair.

Precum leaks from the tip of my cock as I lick her from her asshole and up to her clit and back down again before fucking her with my tongue. Dipping in and out, I swirl around the entrance before moving back up to her clit. She’s panting and writhing beneath me, I pull away, giving her clit one last suck.

Tugging her to the edge of the mattress, I guide my cock to her entrance and slide home. For one single second, I let the warmth of her body, and the tightness of her channel, be the only thing I feel. Then, I start moving. I’ve made it a goddamn mission to know exactly what Blair likes, the spots that set her off, igniting both of us into flaming balls of pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you?” I ask, thrusting faster, the thick head of my cock brushing against her g-spot, and I feel her muscles tighten all around me.

“Jesus… I’m going to come, Cage,” she whimpers, biting her bottom lip to stifle her scream. In a haze of lust and need, I snake a hand between her legs and rub gentle circles against her clit. Then, I slow my pace, pulling out before sinking back in with a hard thrust that nearly sends her up the mattress.

“You’re everything, Blair. Everything,” I growl, fucking her into oblivion until both of us explode, her walls tightening around me, milking my cock of every drop of cum.

Sagging against her, I listen to the steady beat of her heart and wrap my arms around her. I want to remain this way forever.

“The best choice I ever made was coming up to you that night.” I lift my head and peer into her blue eyes.

She runs her fingers through my messy black hair and gives me a half-smile. “The best thing I ever did was pour a beer on your head.”

“Is that the