Page 27 of From Fling to Ring

She reaches for the top button of my shirt, slowly working her way down until she reaches my belt. Running a finger inside the waistband of my trousers, she leaves me close to exploding, that’s how nice her touch feels.

I sit back on the sofa, relaxing and playing with her soft behind.

With great concentration, she unbuckles my belt and unzips my pants, and the head of my cock strains against the fabric of my boxers. I’m enjoying the hell out of this, letting her do her thing, moving at her pace. I’m being completely, maddeningly passive in an effort to wind up the tension between us until she can’t take it anymore.

“What?” I ask when she pauses to look at me.

“Nothing,” she says, shyly.

Never thought ‘shy’ would be a word I’d use to describe Lucy Daley.

The thought is wiped from my mind in the very next moment, because she pulls my cock out of my pants, freeing it from its painful prison, and rubs her thumb over the clear drop of precum on the head.

Fuck me. Incredible.

Little did I know when the guys started giving me shit about my dating history less than a week ago, I’d end up here with this smart and smart-assed woman who is also, by the way, hot as fuck.

And who’s stroking me up and down with fingers that are magical enough to move heaven and earth and reduce any man to a blubbering version of himself and whatever he used to be.

God help me with this woman.

She leans close to my ear and I tighten my hold on her ass. “You like how I stroke your cock, Mister Hockey Guy?”

Hot damn. She’s got some dirty talk in her.

Jackpot.

I watch her as she moves my cock between her two small hands.

“Yeah, baby,” I murmur, trying to hold off. Fuck, it’s not easy. “You gonna watch me come?”

She looks at me and one corner of her mouth twists up into a naughty smile.

Goddamn, I knew she had it in her.

“Yeah. I’m gonna watch you explode. It’s gonna feel so good, you won’t know what hit you.”

Oh fuck, that’s what I’m talking about. I lean my head back on her sofa and let every sensation I’m capable of feeling travel straight to my throbbing dick. In seconds, my balls tighten and I squeeze Lucy’s ass so hard I know she’ll have marks tomorrow.

With a roar, I lose my mind and begin to ejaculate all over both her and myself, not giving a damn about the sort of mess I make, and the mess I know probably lies ahead.

13

TYLER

Lucy looks up from where she just watched me come all over her hands and brings a finger to her mouth, licking it agonizingly slowly, in a way that could make a man lose his fucking mind and never do one thing again that makes sense or is wise.

That’s about where I am right now. I don’t like being out of control. It’s contrary to my nature and how I spend my days as a pro athlete. But at the moment, I don’t give a damn. The world could come to an end and all I’d care about is this woman whose ass I am holding, who just tasted my cum like it was freaking gold.

She leans close to my ear. “Did you like that, Tyler Brooks?” she whispers.

She’s killing me. Just killing me.

“You fucking kidding, baby?”

I’m wiped out from coming so hard, but power through it by lifting Lucy off my lap and laying her down on the living room rug. With one arm, I slide her coffee table out of the way to give us more room. A pile of books and magazines goes tumbling off to the floor in a whoosh, followed by what I’m pretty sure is a water bottle that clump-clump-clumps as it rolls across the floor.

As soon as she’s on her back, I take one foot of hers and then the next, removing her booties and socks, then peel her jeans down her hips until I can completely get them off her and toss them aside.

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