to adjust to the girth—it’s as big as I was praying for, at least. He drags some of the moisture from my pussy up to my ass, sticking his long, thick finger in, slowly. He lets me adjust to the size and then pushes in a little more.
My eyes won’t open and I can’t stop making the sound from the short thrusts of his finger in my ass. He’s pumping both, but not at the same speed. He’s like a fucking magician, and I don't know what’s going on. His finger thrusts in my ass have me, I don't even know—ass coming, which I didn't even know I could. His long thick cock has me drooling out the left side of my face and bleating into the bed.
“You wanna talk dirty then—I’ll play dirty.” He bites my back softly, thrusting harder into my pussy. His body slapping against mine makes whatever he’s doing to my ass better. I keep moaning and moving against him, breathing in spurts and gasping when it all starts again.
He pins me to him with his hand on my abdomen, pulling me back into him as he jackhammers me. A long, steady moan escapes my lips as he comes with me, shoving his cock in hard and holding for each ejaculation.
He breathes into my back, lifting my ass and slowly removing his finger. I watch him drag a condom off of it and nod. A pro just fucked me. It makes me smile. I don't keep track of guys. I stopped counting at about twenty last summer so I’m probably just shy of twenty-three. But I have never been properly fucked—serviced—by a man. He pulls his cock out of me and drags that condom off too, before he lifts me up and carries me to the bathroom.
His lack of talking suddenly makes his chatty-ho talking awkward as sin. I swallow hard and look up at him and drag my shirt off. “So—that wasn't what I expected.” It comes out as a laugh as he starts the shower and pulls me in.
“Come on. Let’s get cleaned up.”
I laugh harder. “I don't think that's actually possible. I don't think I’ll ever be clean again.”
“You weren’t clean to start, Mistress Lana.”
It stuns me. It all stuns me. “You’re really good at that.”
His cheeks flush. “And this is why I don't have sex with college girls, so I can leave without the weird talking afterwards.”
I let myself collapse into his chest as the water runs down on us both. “Can we do that again after I eat a steak or something?”
He squeezes tight. “Next time I wanna see the Mistress Lana side of you.”
I look up to his gleaming green eyes and smile. “I think I might need a couple weeks to come up with a routine that would compare to that performance.”
“That wasn't a performance.”
I roll my eyes. “You weren’t trying to impress me?”
“Hell yes! I’m not coming to the table with Lana Webber, the infamous Lana Webber, with any weak-ass shit.” He bends his face and kisses my like a gentleman, like a gentle man. It warms my heart.
He pulls back and sighs. “Will it ever bother you that I don't really make love? I’ve tried it a few times and it just felt like less. I’m not looking for less ever. I always want more.” He kisses me again before I can answer, and then mutters next to my lips as he kisses my cheeks. “And I know one thing is for sure. I’m always going to want more of you.”
Chapter Sixteen
Yo momma
James
She has a way with my head that I don't think I’ll live through.
I’m still lost in the feel and smell of her when coach slaps me upside the head with the clipboard.
“Holland! Did you bring enough daydream for everyone to share?”
I glance up. “Uhhh, sorry coach.”
He hits me again. “Jackson is going to keep seventy-two busy and I need two goals from you. Yale wins this and I’m buying their coach dinner downtown, along with his five kids.”
“Yes, sir.”
We huddle and Jackson gives me a wicked smile. “Heard you slapped Andy around.”
I don't like to kiss and tell so I keep my mouth shut.
Shane nudges me. “I heard he’s pissed ‘cause you stole Lana from him.”
My eyes dart up to the stands where she’s sitting. She looks insane in her white jacket amongst all the crimson. “Yeah, well I think we all know how easy it is to tell Lana Webber what to do