Passionate Player – Game on Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
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She still seems uneasy, which makes me wonder why she’s standing in my living room.

“Hockey, huh?” she asks, pointing to the TV. “I thought you were a one-sport kind of guy.”

“I’m multifaceted like that,” I tell her. “I often think if I hadn’t devoted myself to basketball, I would have played hockey.”

“Why basketball?”

I shrug. “It just felt right. My heart was more on the court than the rink.”

“Interesting.”

“So… how did you know where I live?” I ask, breaking the pregnant silence between us.

“I told you,” she replies with a grin. “I’m a woman with connections.”

I laugh softly. “Right. I forgot.”

Another silence ensues, and I wait for her to say something. Anything. She just stands there, gnawing on her bottom lip, her eyes wide and uncertain. Just the fact that she’s here is strange enough. But Bailey is not a woman who ever seems at a loss for words. To have her standing in my living room, staring at me expectantly, is beyond weird.

“Not that I mind seeing you or anything, but what are you doing here, Bailey?”

“I…”

Her voice trails off, and she looks down. Again, she stands in silence for a long few moments. This situation is getting weirder by the minute.

“I have a pizza coming,” she says. “You’re welcome to finish watching the game and eat with me.”

A look of determination crosses her face, and I finally realize that she’s nervous. That she’s been working herself up to something.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

She doesn't answer me. Instead, she shrugs out of her coat, letting it fall to the floor in a heap, and when I see what she's wearing underneath, my eyes nearly pop out of my skull. Bailey stands in front of me wearing silky black panties and a bra with a matching garter and stocking set…and nothing else. The black fabric of her lingerie stands in stark contrast to her smooth, pale skin and rich, auburn hair and is incredibly alluring.

As I gaze at her, my heart beats a drunken rhythm in my chest, my stomach churning and all the blood in my body rushing to my groin. Her green eyes sparkle with desire but, at the same time, are filled with uncertainty. She’s trying to hide it, but I can see her trembling. She’s terrified.

Even though she’s still half-clothed, I can tell she’s never been quite this naked in front of a man before. She bites her bottom lip and steps closer to me.

“You don’t have to do this, Bailey.”

“I know.”

“I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“I don’t,” she purrs.

“Why are⁠—”

“We can either sit around and discuss this,” she says with a slight tremor in her voice, “or we can finish what we started the other night.”

“Bailey—”

“I want this, Ben. I want you,” she says, her voice soft. “I wanted to the other night, but…I was scared. I’m over that now, so…”

My head is swimming, and I can hear my heart thundering in my ears. I swallow hard, trying to work some bit of moisture into my mouth, which has suddenly gone bone dry. It’s as if the desire is burning so intensely inside me, that it’s drying me out. I watch, speechless, as the barely-clad Bailey steps forward with a mischievous grin on her full lips. She reaches out and grabs hold of my rigid cock, which is straining at the fabric of my shorts.

“So,” she says, raising her eyes to me. “Are we going to talk or are we going to fuck?”

Before I can respond, Bailey puts her hands on my chest and gives me a push. The backs of my knees hit the sofa, and I drop onto it in a sitting position. Moving fast, Bailey hops onto my lap, straddling me, then leans down and kisses me. She forces her tongue into my mouth, dashing it wildly against mine.

Fire is flowing through my veins, and my cock is already stiff and growing harder by the second. Bailey starts grinding herself against my staff, closing her eyes, a soft moan passing her lips. With every thrust of her hips, a shudder of pleasure washes through me. Although I’m yearning to taste her again—and to have her take me into her mouth—I’m more desperate to bury myself deep inside of her and feel that warm, intimate embrace.

She leans forward and kisses my neck, nipping at my skin with her teeth as I reach behind her and deftly unhook her bra. I toss it aside, and her full, round breasts spill into my hands. I circle one nipple with my thumb and tease the other with my tongue. She quivers and gasps as I give her stiff nipple a gentle bite. Sitting astride me, Bailey looks down at me with a smile on her lips and a sultry sparkle in her eye.

“I need you inside of me,” she whispers.


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