Page 63 of Blood Sport

The fire in her voice and the arousal I can smell coming off her in waves only make me harder.

Fucking hell.

“Your body says otherwise,” I point out, tilting my head to the side. “Tell me, if you went out for drinks with Kale, would you let him touch you like I have?”

Evie’s eyes widen at my words, her throat moving as she swallows hard. “That’s none of your business.”

The wavering in her voice tells me all I need to know.

She wouldn’t have let him touch her, because she knows that I’m the only person who can make her reach the highest point on a mountain and freefall into bliss.

“I may not be able to compel you, but I know when you’re lying.”

“You don’t know shit,” Evie retorts, her chest heaving with each breath she takes.

I smirk, enjoying this reaction from her way too much.

“I know that your pussy is dripping wet for me. I can fucking smell it, Evie.”

She gasps, pushing her head back into the wall. Her clothes are soaked all the way through, the blonde and brown strands of hair sticking to the side of her face as water continues to rush over her, showing every curve of her sweet body.

“You will be the death of me,” she breathes as I run the back of my finger down the side of her cheek, pushing away the wet strands of hair. I’d have to be blind to not see the lust burning within her irises and the way her body shifts forward, brushing against my hard cock. I bite back a groan at the touch as all the restraint I had been trying to hold onto these past few weeks completely slips through my fingers, sending me over the edge.

“Oh, you fucking know it, little angel.”

Wrapping my hand around the back of Evie’s neck, I drag her forward until our lips clash in a heated kiss. Within seconds, her hands are all over my body, touching every wet inch they can as if she’s afraid this will be the last time. My skin is feverish wherever she touches, despite the cold water rushing over us. I press my body against hers, pinning her against the wall as my tongue devours her mouth.

A strangled moan leaves her lips when I move my hand to wrap around her throat to hold her in place. The wet material of her shirt brushing against my hard cock forces a moan from my lips, but her mouth is quick to catch it, swallowing it greedily as she runs her fingernails down my chest.

My eyes nearly pop out of my head when she grabs the base of my cock, stroking it fast and hard. I pull away from her mouth, gasping for air as I lean my forehead against hers. Evie’s breath is warm against my lips as she continues to pump me, her hand soft and warm wrapped around me.

“As much as I would love to shove my cock into that pretty mouth of yours, I would rather have your pussy wrapped around me.”

The shudder that runs through her body makes me smile. Using my quick speed, I pull the wet T-shirt over Evie’s head and push down her jean shorts until she’s standing in just her black lacy underwear, her skin smooth and delicate. I want to admire her beauty, but right now, all I can think about is plunging myself inside of her and feeling how tight she is around me.

I pull down the thin material covering her perky tits, admiring the roundness of them and how smooth her skin is. I could worship my little angel’s body until the end of time if given a chance. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen—the softness of her skin, the little freckles that decorate her curves and stomach, and the way we fit together perfectly.

I fucking can’t get enough of her.

I bend and take one of her rosy nipples into my mouth, sucking and licking. Evie groans and runs her hand through my hair, tugging softly on the roots. A few curse words spill past her lips and I can’t help but smile. I love that those sounds are only for me.

I flick my tongue against the sensitive area before pulling away. My hand slaps the side of her breast, the sound echoing across the room. Evie’s eyes widen and her breathing quickens.

Oh, she likes that.

“Face the wall.”

Evie bites her lip and turns to face the wall silently like the good girl I know she is. Running my fingertips down the base of her spine until I reach the lacy panties, I waste no time ripping them away from her skin, tossing the material to the side. She gasps loudly when I grab her waist and bend her forward, pressing her chest and right cheek against the cold tiled wall.

“Jaylen,” she groans, wriggling against me, trying to push her perky ass against my cock.

I slap the smooth skin, hard, earning a sharp yelp from her. “Patience, my good girl.”

Evie’s heavy breathing as she anticipates my next move brings me more joy than I thought it would. I run my index finger through her slick folds, her arousal strong as it fills the shower space. Ready for me to just slip right in.

“Jaylen, please,” Evie pleads, her eyes finding mine over her shoulder.

I grip her thin waist a little tighter with my left hand and use my right to grip the base of my cock to bring the head to her wet pussy, dragging it through her wet folds. Her body shudders when my piercing brushes against her sensitive skin, making me smile. I knew she would love it.

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