Possessive Player – Game On Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
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Sliding my hands around, I grip her ass and pull her to me as I lap at her warm, wet center furiously. The scent and taste of her sex are intoxicating, and I bury my tongue even deeper into that sweet little hole. Cami grips my hair, pulling it hard enough to make me wince as she writhes against my face, the slickness of it against my mouth driving me fucking wild. The pain of her yanking on my hair only heightens the intensity of the pleasure coursing through me as I eat her tight little pussy.

“Oh my god,” she moans.

I nip at her swollen, throbbing button, and Cami's entire body twitches. Her grip on my hair tightens when I slide two fingers into her dripping wet opening. As I suck on her clit, I drive my fingers into her, hard and fast. Stuttering moans drift from her mouth as I bang her with wild abandon while I lick and suck on her sensitive bud. Cami’s body shakes and her moans and whimpers grow louder. She pushes the back of my head, forcing my face down onto her as she grinds herself against my mouth. My cock has never been stiffer than it is right now. It’s painful and begging for release.

I keep eating her pussy, too caught up in how much I enjoy her scent and the silky feel of her lips against my tongue to stop. Her body is taut and trembling, and her breath is a stuttering moan. I know she's close. She twists her fingers in my hair, pulling it even harder, the pain that makes me wince also makes my cock throb even harder. I press my face forward, burying my tongue as deep inside of her as I can, and Cami gasps.

“Fuck, Carter. Oh my god, oh my god…”

I lick and lap at her sex while she shakes wildly. I know she’s on the verge of a powerful orgasm and slide a pair of fingers back into her molten core as I take her clit back into my mouth. My tongue and fingers working in tandem, I lick and fingerfuck her with long, powerful strokes. Cami throws her head back and bites down hard on the side of her hand as she comes. Her entire body spasms and her voice, though stifled, is still loud as she cries out with pleasure.

Watching her thrash and writhe on the treatment table has me so fucking turned on. I stand up and start to fumble with my shorts, fully intending to fuck her right then and there. Cami is looking at me, practically pleading with her eyes, urging me to bury my staff in her warm, waiting slit then fuck her hard. But the sound of a door slamming shut in the hall beyond the door and voices talking and laughing together kill that plan.

“Shit,” I mutter.

With a sharp squeak, Cami jumps down off the table and quickly finds her panties and shorts. We both get our clothes back on and arranged again, but the flush in Cami’s cheeks is a dead giveaway. Anybody who walks in right now and sees her like that is going to know something had just happened between us. For the sake of her reputation, I know I need to bail.

“To be continued,” I say.

“I hope so.”

I lean down and kiss her again then reluctantly pull away and head out of the treatment office. As I leave the stadium, the only thing on my mind is getting home and jerking off, hoping that will alleviate the discomfort in my painfully rigid member.

6

CAMI

I haven’t stopped smiling and feel like I’m floating on air.

All day, I’ve been thinking about what happened between me and Carter in the therapy room yesterday. Not in my wildest, hottest fantasies when I was younger did I ever actually think those dreams of mine would ever come true. I never actually imagined I’d end up having sex with Carter Cole. Not that we had sex. Not exactly. Much to my disappointment.

Having him go down on me was the hottest experience of my life. The only thing that would have made it better was Carter inside of me. He was so generous and made me feel amazing. Most guys are more concerned with their own pleasure and making sure they get theirs without ever worrying about whether the woman they’re with gets hers. Not that I have any real-world experience with having lovers—I’m a virgin, after all—but that’s what my girlfriends all tell me when they’re complaining about their boyfriends.

Carter wasn’t that way at all. He wasn’t how my girlfriends described their boyfriends. Not at all. He seemed more invested in my pleasure than in his own. It was almost as if my getting off was exciting enough to get him off.


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