Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 90682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I don’t know, maybe being here for six odd days has turned me into a lazy fuck.
Or maybe I finally realize the game of football isn’t everything. They’re not kidding when they say it takes a special someone to make a man finally realize there’s life on the other side.
I never considered myself a sexual person.
I consider myself a physical person, but not a sexual one. I never fucked my way around college campuses, either, not when I had young women throwing themselves at me ’cause they knew I was bound for something big.
Fuck. I’m not saying it wasn’t hard to resist. I’m just saying I never considered it worth what the consequences might be, and I have Mama to thank for that.
I really need to check in with her…
But I digress.
“This is a fine way to wake up,” Posey moans, stretching her arm above her head, which only makes her tits more plump and ripe for my hand. “Better than an alarm clock. Maybe I should make the switch.”
“Does that mean you should have me around all the time?”
She nods, though we both know it’s not possible. At least, not during the regular playing season. Plenty of dudes don’t work and live in the same state. I guess we’ll have to see if I’m going to be one of those players.
I press my lips to the back of her neck.
“You smell good,” I tell her, wanting to eat her up.
Posey’s hips do a slow roll. Her bare ass against my hard dick got my eyes rolling to the back of my head, desperate to be buried inside her.
My hand trails over her waist, down to the center of her legs, fingers exploring her pussy. Thumb goes round and round over her clit, trying to get her turned on and wet.
It’s not difficult; morning sex always has me feeling a certain kind of way, and I can’t imagine she’s any different. There’s just something about being tired and out of it, our bodies being completely relaxed that gets me hornier faster. Gets me to orgasm sooner.
Posey spreads her legs, inviting me to push my dick through the back of her legs, and I’m more than happy to oblige, pushing in and pulling out of the tight, cramped space.
Fuck.
This feels like heaven, and I’m not even inside her yet.
Posey surprises me by rolling to her stomach.
“Where are you going?” I reach out to pull her back, but she shakes her head.
Wiggling her ass, she goes on all fours with her rump in the air.
This isn’t the lazy morning fuck I was imagining—this is better.
Little Duke just got mega hard as I position myself behind her, sliding forward. The wet, warm welcome has us both, “Ugh…”
Moaning when I push in.
Groaning when I pull out…
Moaning in.
Groaning out…
It’s a slow buildup, Posey’s forehead touching the mattress while I pump into her over and over, sweat beading on my brow as if I were working in the beating hot sun.
“Better than a workout,” I grunt like a caveman.
“Huh?”
“Never mind.” I laugh while I fuck her, one hand on the swell of her butt cheek, the other gripping her waist to control my thrusting.
“God, this feels so good,” she mutters. “I really did miss you, too, while you were gone.”
Had she told me that last night? That she missed me, too? I can hardly remember my own name right now, not that I need it.
In…
Out…
“Oh God, oh…” Posey moans while I’m lost in my own thoughts. “I’m gonna…”
She comes before I do, thank fucking God, because I don’t want to have to nut on her ass crack before she’s finished and risk pissing her off.
Prim and Proper Posey isn’t so prim and proper after all, and that’s what I like about her.
That and her wet, hot pussy. Can’t imagine what she’d say if I said that to her face. She’d probably turn fire-engine red and freak out.
I’ll have to try it sometime.
Not today, though.
My finger trails along the bridge of her pert nose. Tapping and counting the freckles there. Tracks down to the tip, softly giving it a tap.
Her cute, perky nose.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, though I’ve said it before. “I’m sorry I sent that confidentiality agreement.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.” We’re talking quietly because it’s still early, and we’re still in bed, naked, both of us rolled to our sides so we can look one another in the eye while we talk. “I wasn’t the one who was panickin’ about the story in the press and the photo at Madison—Eli was. He’s the one who convinced me I had somethin’ to protect.”
She wrinkles her brow. “Something to protect?”
“Yeah, my privacy.”
“Well…what about my privacy?”
She makes a valid point; I hadn’t considered her privacy at all when Eli was railing on me to send over the contract. We’d only been thinking about mine—my career, my announcement, my photo being shared all over the internet.