Page 52 of A Quarterback for Christmas

Up and down.

Down and up.

Not only am I covered in her arousal, but I’m the reason for it. I want her so bad, but there’s a little voice in my head that sounds so much like her father, it makes me hesitate.

“What’s wrong?” She stops gyrating her hips and looks pissed since I didn’t immediately grant her wish.

“Nothing’s wrong. It’s just, uh.”

“Oh, no. You’re getting cold feet, aren’t you?”

“I wish that were it,” I mutter.

“Then what is it?”

“Your dad will kill me.”

She looks less than convinced of my excuse. “Didn’t seem to bother you a second ago when your cock was between my ass cheeks.”

Grimacing, I throw my head back and close my eyes. Did she have to remind me? “That’s because the bath salts went to my head,” I lie. Nothing went to my head because everything was going straight to my dick.

“Let’s get back in the bath then. Guarantee this will make us both feel better.” She’s so confident in herself; it makes me want to see just what she can do.

Focus on football, Son.

Her dad’s voice and the fact he treats me like his son float through my mind. Unfortunately for him, my mind is far, far,far,away from football right now.

Coach’s daughter, on the other hand, is front and center.

Tired of waiting for my conscience to decide, Bella takes matters into her own hands. She wraps her nimble fingers around my cock and strokes me lightly.

“I like this.” She smirks, licking her lips. She’s toying with me, and I’m so close to breaking it’s unreal.

When she swipes my tip with her tongue, I growl.

Her lips curve in the corners as she kisses the top, taking more of me in her mouth with every passing breath.

She looks good like this, and I want to feel just how hot I’m making her.

“Screw it,” I grumble, taking my cock out of her mouth and dropping my body on top of hers. She squeals with excitement, and I kiss her with fevered passion. Throwing her head back, Bella clutches at my shoulders, opening her legs wider, so I can sit snugly between them.

I’m at her center, and I don’t wait. We both want this, and I’m tired of waiting. I push into her faster than I should have because she’s so damn tight.

She gasps, pulling at the bedsheets as she writhes around my cock. I stay still, giving her time to adjust. Bella’s body is tight and wonderful, and everything I didn’t know I needed. When she seems more comfortable, I push in a little farther, but the second I’m met with the tiniest of resistance, I stop, continuing with the shallow thrusts until she’s ready for more.

“Don’t stop.” She moans, lifting her hips to pull me farther in. When I hit the resistance this time, she makes sure I pass it without waiting.

She cries out, but I can tell it’s with pleasure, not pain.

Being inside her is everything.

Sheis everything.

Fully inside her now, I cover Bella with my body, kissing her deeply and owning every part of her. I want her to feel how much I’ve been thinking about this moment since we were sixteen, and she wore that damn pink bikini to Jimmy Johnson’s birthday party.

Bella scrapes her nails down my back as I pick up my pace. “I could live in your pussy, B. It’s so tight.”

She just smiles, too lost in the moment to add to it, but I don’t care. I just dip my hand down between us and toy with her clit, knowing that I’m close, but again, I want her to enjoy this as much as me.

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