Page 37 of Stalked By the Linebacker

Licking and sucking. Making sure to swirl my tongue around him. To lick and give special attention to one vein in particular.You like taking care of your man.The words repeated in my head, feeding something inside me. This wanton goddess who wanted, no,neededto make her man come. His tone turned deeper, his words filthier, until I knew he was so close we were at the point of no return.

“Shit, baby, take me out. I’m too close,” he tried to warn, but I didn’t want it to stop. “I shouldn’t come down your pretty throat. Not the first time. Not like this.” He was trying so hard to be a gentleman still.

But I wasn’t going to stop.

Not until I made him feel at least half of what he’d made me feel.

I relaxed my throat so I wouldn’t gag as much while I took him just a little deeper. He chanted my name over and over along with his sweet mi vidas.His life.I loved that nickname the most.

Before I knew it, both his hands pressed the back of my head, my nose touched his pubic bone, and my mouth filled with his salty essence as he roared my name like an oath. I pulled away and grinned at him. His eyes hooded while his chest rose up and down harder than when I’d watched him at a game.

Something came over me.

I stuck my tongue out, wanting him to see his release in my mouth before I swallowed his seed. The texture was different. A little thicker than I had expected from the videos I had watched, but not unpleasant. If anything, there was a hint of sweetness to his spend. Or maybe that was just him? I moaned, enjoying the taste of him before licking his still hard length. Slowly cleaning him up, taking my time before I dared look at him again.

I was almost positive this was when he’d drop the other shoe.

Tell me it was fun, but he had to go.

Isn’t that what my roommate said guys do anyhow?

He glanced down at me just as my hands dropped from his thighs. Before I could blink, I was in his arms and my legs were wrapped around his middle as he shifted us down to the bed with me straddling him.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled. His head dipped and his face in the crook of my neck.

“I’m sweaty,” I whispered, slightly self-conscious. It was his deep growl that made me relax and even laugh softly.

“Love you sweaty. Love everything about you,” he muttered, and I let myself float in the sweet bubbly moment. He didn’t mean it. Not really. He wasn’t telling me he loved me. Hector was just caught up in the moment and euphoria of his orgasm. Knowing this and having the GPA I did, I still stupidly let myself believe it.

He breathed me in, and I tilted my head to give him better access to my neck. My body trembled when his tongue swiped at my skin.

“I tried,” he rumbled, his tone almost resigned. “I really fucking tried, mi vida.” I didn’t know why he was telling me this, and my body locked in place. There I was, naked on his lap, and I was torn between soaking up the feel of him in case this was the last time and being afraid of what he was going to say.

“I wanted to be good for you,” he kept talking, stroking my hair as his lips pressed sweet tantalizing kisses over my skin. “Take things slow. Show you this was more than sex.” His teeth scraped against my pulse point. “But you, you little devil dressed like an angel, made it too hard for me.”

“What?” I asked, my breathing completely off. He was so warm and hard. Not just the rod that was resting between my pussy lips, but his entire body.

“I wanted to take you on a bed of roses in a cute little hotel,” he whispered. My eyes fluttered shut as I slowly understood what he was saying.

“We’re not going to wait,” I guessed quietly.

My heart started to race as heat crept up my neck and face. His head rose from my neck. Our gaze connected, and he shook his head slowly. I knew deep down, if I wanted to pump the breaks, he would oblige.

The thing was, I didn’t want to wait.

I’d already waited what felt like a lifetime for him.

CHAPTER 9

HECTOR

She was the prettiest,most gorgeous thing I had ever laid eyes on.

And she’s ours,the thing inside of me reminded me. She was. There was no denying it. No fighting the monster that craved her. Not when that monster lived in every grain of my being. There wouldn’t be a damn day from here on out that I wouldn’t have her in my bed or within my reach.She is mine.

“You ready for this?” I asked, because no matter the thing inside my that lusted for her and needed her, I wasn’t an animal. My hands gripped her hips, and I watched Libby glance down.

“Your hands are big, too,” she whispered. My cock jerked between us. There wasn’t a fucking thing between us. No barrier. Not a condom or a stitch of clothing. And I was going to take her bare.

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