Page 72 of A Quarterback for Christmas

“What are you doing?” she asks as I pull the straps toward her.

“Take your pants off,” I order, and her eyes grow wide in surprise, but she complies. I growl when her toned, bronzed skin flashes before me. She’s only in a black thong, but I force myself to be patient. I want this to be good for her. Kneeling, I take her healing foot and pull the TRX strap. “Put your foot through here.”

She follows all my commands, and I’ve got to admit, I like a submissive Bella. It doesn’t happen often. Once her foot is through the strap, I drag it all the way up to her thigh. Then I adjust one of the buckles above her so her leg is resting at a ninety-degree angle.

Tapping the strap above her, I say, “Hold this with your hands.”

Another command followed.

Another reason why my dick is so freaking hard.

Once she’s in place and looks sturdy enough, I meet her questioning glance. “I don’t want you hurting yourself. In this position you can stand, and all the pressure will go onto the other foot.”

I adjust the strap one more time, making sure she’s secure. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” she says breathlessly. Her eyes roam my sweaty body, and I have the urge to stuff my hand down her panties just to feel how wet she is.

I move around her to take in this pretty sight because she looks like a goddess in just her rumpled black cami and thong. Too perfect for touching but too tempting not to. I sit one of my hands onto her hip and press my lips to hers, kissing her senseless. Running my other hand up her thigh, I swallow her shiver with a gentle kiss.

My hands are already at the lacy barrier of her panties, and I tickle the skin above, not daring to go underneath just yet.

“Please, Drew,” she begs so sweetly that all I can do is comply. Gently, I flick my finger underneath the fabric, tickling down until my hand covers her entire mound.

“Damn, B. Are you always this wet?” I ask, biting at her bottom lip.

“No,” she husks out, returning the favor by nipping at my lip with a teasing smirk. “Only for you.”

I roll my eyes and groan. Does she expect me to act like a normal guy when she says shit like that?

Letting the tip of my finger play against her center, I watch her close her eyes and bite down on her bottom lip. “You feel so good.”

She smiles at that, her cheeks flushing at the movement. Slowly, I push my index finger inside her, and her head falls back in satisfaction, which only tempts me to add another.

Knowing I can’t wait long to be inside her, I kiss the nape of her neck and ask, “Are you still on the pill?”

“Yeah.” Bella thrusts her hips against my fingers, working me, and I nibble at her skin before pushing my shorts down, leaving them pooled at my ankles.

“Good.”

Drawing her thigh down, I turn her around to face the mirror. “Open your eyes, B.”

She’s such a compliant little thing when she’s all tied up. With her eyes wide open, she takes in her position and me behind her. In one swift movement, I enter her, and she yelps at the sudden intrusion, gripping the ropes for support. I snake my hands around her ribs and hold onto her breast for balance.

Pushing into her hard with every thrust is like a drug. Feeling Bella’s warm heat tighten around me without barriers always feels good. Watching her wanton face in the mirror while I do it is even better.

“Keep. Going,” she grinds out, her smile growing wider the harder I push her. It’s hot as fuck knowing she’s enjoying it so much.

She closes her eyes, and I frown. I don’t like that.

“Keep those beautiful blue eyes of yours open, Bella.”

When she does, she gasps in surprise, and her gaze drops to her shaved pussy where she can just about make out my cock entering her from behind.

“You’re…Just…So…Big,” She pants out in uneven breaths.

“You can take it.”

I lift her ass up to get a better view and she leans her head onto my shoulder, letting me take control.

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