Page 5 of Pursued by the Player

Chapter 2

Jett was neverone to let an opportunity pass him by. As a result, it only took him a few seconds to recover from the shock of this lovely woman’s lips touching his. Inhaling her sweet scent, he tilted his head and pushed his tongue against the seam of her lips. She parted immediately, and he entered, tasting and exploring the lovely woman before him. Desire pumped through his veins and his mind clouded with lust. The woman whimpered and rubbed her body against him in a way that made him hard all over.

As the crowd around them began to fade, he realized that this woman was unlike anything he had ever encountered before. The women he was used to were expert and eager, but their actions also felt mechanical. That was okay by Jett, since he was just using them to scratch an itch anyway.

This woman was different. The kiss was sloppy, most likely because she was still dazed, but she attacked him with such profound enthusiasm that it left him feeling a little light-headed.

No one had actually wanted to be around him before. Oh, people pretended to like him so they could soak up some of his money and fame, but no one wanted to be around him. This woman, in all of her innocence, had no idea she was kissing the star pitcher of the Los Angeles Lions. Jett was not only the MVP two years running, but he had endorsements and deals that would keep him living in luxury for the rest of his life. He not only had the money, but power and influence. Just using his name could open doors and opportunities denied most people.

She wanted none of that, however. This woman just wanted Jett Gorski, the man, and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Part of him was relieved. It was refreshing to be with a woman who knew nothing about him. The other part of him was wary. Everyone had an angle, and it was only a matter of time before Jett figured out hers.

Until then, he was never one to turn down a good kiss.

She threaded her arms around his neck and squeezed as she tilted her head and slid her tongue against his. Instinctively, Jett reached for her and pulled her soft curves against his chest.

Mercy, the woman felt amazing. As she snuggled closer, he slipped his fingers over her back, holding her in place. Her skin felt smooth under his fingertips, like a fine silk that caressed the skin. If she felt this amazing on the outside, he could only imagine how wonderful it would feel to be inside of her.

He feasted on her lips and with each passing second, he was hungry for more. He wanted to consume her enthusiasm and drown in her innocence. This was a woman untouched by the darkness of his world, and Jett wanted to just lose himself in her child-like joy. After the hellish meeting he’d had with his agent, he needed the distraction, more than he cared to admit.

When they stopped for breath, she pushed her long brown hair from her face and moistened her lips. “Fuck me.”

“What?” He widened his eyes in surprise.

“Fuck me.” She slipped off her shoes and crouched down in the back of his limo.

“Whoa, wait a minute.” He grasped her arm and pulled her back up into the seat. He intended to place her next to him, but the vixen moved at the last minute and somehow ended up straddling his lap.

“You don’t want to do this.”

She frowned. “Do you want to be fucked, or not?”

He… was probably going to go to hell for this. He lifted his hands in surrender. “Don’t let me stop you.”

“Good.” She tore at his zipper and freed his swollen cock. After stroking him twice, she hiked up her skirt and shifted herself over his head.

“Aren’t you going a little fast?” he asked.

“Shut up and fuck me.” She positioned him at her opening and sat down hard in his lap.

Jett gasped as her warm heat surrounded his length. The woman was soaking wet and hotter than anyone he had ever seen in his entire life. He fucking loved how she was taking control and using him for herown pleasure. As she began working herself up and down, he leaned back in the seat and slid his hands up her shirt.

“Yes.” She ran her fingers through her hair and arched her back, offering her breasts to him. Jett slid his fingers up under her bra and squeezed the tight mounds before him.

“Harder.”

He squeezed harder. She groaned and closed her eyes as she put her hands over his. “Yes.”

Jett couldn’t believe his luck. Just an hour ago he was standing in the elevator of Black Towers, admiring this woman’s tight ass and wondering how to get her in his bed. Now she was riding him like a fucking stallion and seemed to be enjoying every minute of it. She was every porno he had ever watched, personified. This woman was hot, and her take-charge attitude was going to bring him to his knees. Judging by the expression on her face, she was already close to orgasm. Fuck, he needed to take control and slow things down, or else this interlude was going to finish before it began.

Grabbing her ass, he pushed her down on top of him and held her there. “Widen your legs for me,” he commanded.

She did, and Jett pushed his hips up off the seat and deeper into her body.

“You feel so good,” she said as she closed her eyes.

“You do, too.” He rubbed her hips up and down over his cock, grinding her against his body.

“Let me move.” She tried to pull away, but he held her close.

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