Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Hey,” I said, turning into him. “You coming for pizza?”
“I could be persuaded.” His eyes were on my lips.
“And how much persuading would you need?”
He dipped low until his mouth was level with my ear. “I wouldn’t mind hearing you beg again.”
My core tightened at the words. Oh fuck.
“I…” I began.
“You coming?” Nora asked with a twinkle in her eye.
“Yep,” I said hastily, taking a much-needed step away from Whitt. I’d thought I was hot at the game. Now, I was on fire.
“Y’all go ahead,” Whitt told her. “I’ll drive Eve.”
Nora and West exchanged a pointed look.
“Sure,” Nora said. “See y’all there.”
The rest of the team filed out of the indoor facility. Whitt grabbed my bag and slung it over his shoulder.
“Hey!”
He shot me a look that said he wasn’t going to budge, and I gave up. If he wouldn’t let me carry my own luggage, it seemed he wouldn’t let me carry my soccer bag.
“It isn’t even heavy,” I muttered.
He laughed. “That’s not the point.”
We trailed the stragglers into the parking lot. Whitt’s shiny Lexus stood out like a sore thumb against the backdrop of pickups. He slung my bag into the backseat. I reached for the handle of my door, but he was already there. His hands on my hips, pressing me backward into the car.
“Oh,” I gasped softly before his lips descended on mine.
Then, there was no talking involved at all. His tongue split delved in between my lips, massaging against my own. My hands fisted in his polo as I arched against his chest. Our bodies fit together, thighs to hips to stomach. I moaned at the taste of his sweet kisses and the feel of his body against mine.
His hands buried into my thick ponytail. He grasped it and tugged it backward to reveal the column of my throat. His mouth roved over the skin, heating me from head to toe.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You taste good.”
“Sweaty,” I said with a strangled laugh.
“Want to taste you all over,” he said as he ran kisses across my collarbone. “Didn’t have enough time before.”
“We don’t have enough time now.”
He adjusted my sports bra strap off of my shoulder to continue to kiss me. “We don’t have anywhere to be.”
“Pizza,” I reminded him.
“So, we’ll be late.”
I nearly choked. “Whitton Wright? Late? Have you been abducted by aliens?”
He pulled back long enough to give me a lascivious look. “What did you say to me? Oh, right. Some of us enjoy our hobbies more than our job.”
I gaped at him. “And your hobby is?”
“Eating your pussy.”
He jerked open the back door, and we fell into the interior of his Lexus. I could have probably argued the point, but why would I want to? He didn’t seem to care that I’d just played two games. Not as he all but ripped my shorts off of my hips and slung them somewhere in the front seat. My panties came off next, and for a second, there was panic.
“Whitt, are you sure?”
He didn’t dignify that with an answer. He just buried his face in between my legs. The first lick of his tongue up the seam of my pussy drove me wild.
“Oh God,” I cried. I twined my fingers into his hair and pushed my hips upward.
His hand clamped down on my hip while spreading my legs apart. “Fuck,” he groaned. “So fucking sweet, baby.”
I gasped at the words. The torture as his tongue swirled around my clit. His hot breath on my core. His fingers bruising my thigh. The feel of abandon as we hooked up in the back of his car like we were in high school.
“Please,” I pleaded.
“Please what?”
He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I saw stars. I wasn’t going to last much longer. Normally, it took an age for me to come like this, but the anticipation from waiting to see him and the public location and just…him, it made it all so heightened. So desperate. I was going to unleash any second. I couldn’t hold out even if I wanted to.
“Please don’t stop.”
His fingers snaked their way up my inner thigh, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. He split my lips with two fingers. My slick wetness coated his fingers as he pushed them inside of me.
“Oh, baby,” he said, “I have no plans to stop until you’ve come all over my fingers.”
My head tipped backward, crashing into the door. He worked up a rhythm until I was panting so hard that I was worried I’d fog up the windows. My orgasm sat on a precipice. I hung suspended in time and space. Everything narrowed to this one celestial moment. The stars overhead singing to the heavenly bodies.
A series of yes, please, yes, God, please escaped me and then he shifted, curling his fingers inward. I shattered into a million little pieces. My chorus of passion dissolving into incoherence.