Page 102 of The Wrong Quarterback

Was it great that I’d tackled my best friend on national television? No, no it was not.

Did my brain shut off when I saw him flirting with her and giving her the game ball?

Yes, yes it did.

All of that was for a future me to deal with, though, because there was only one thing driving me right then.

Need.

I needed her.

I needed to feel her perfect cunt choking my cock.

I needed to slide my dick down her throat and hear her gagging.

I needed to mark her all over with my cum, spread it all over her skin so there was no doubt.

She was mine.

I grabbed one of the assistant trainers.

“See that girl over there?” I asked, pointing to where Casey was talking to Nat…looking like the fucking hottest thing I’d ever seen in my game jersey.

“Yeah,” he said, sounding a little scared of me.

“I need you to grab her and bring her to where we watched film right before the game, the small room near the locker room.”

He blinked at me. “Ummm, you want me to bring her there?”

“Yes,” I said, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice. I didn’t want to scare him any more than I already had.

“Okay, yeah, sure Parker, I’ll get her.”

I resisted the urge to tell him not to touch her, hoping that was a no-brainer. The reasonable part of my brain had shut off, and all that was left was the animalistic instinct to fuck and mark what was mine.

“Hey, QB, you alright?” Matty asked, sounding amused. “I thought you were going to kill Jace…what’s our game plan how to explain your bout of temporary insanity today?”

“That’s just our new way of celebrating,” I said, beginning to jog toward the tunnel.

“Where are you going?” he called out behind me. “You’re supposed to be interviewing with SportsCenter!”

“Fill in for me, will ya, bud?” I answered over my shoulder.

I didn’t stop running until I reached the door where I’d asked the assistant to take her. I didn’t have much time. Any minute now, one of the coaches would be coming to rip me a new one. I had to fuck her first.

I threw open the door, and she jumped, laughing as she put a hand to her chest. “You scared me—” she giggled, her words cut off as I captured her mouth, gripping her chin as my tongue slid between her lips. The sexy little moans she was making were going to undo me.

She was fucking perfect.

“Sorry, baby,” I murmured against her lips. “I need you. Now.”

“What? Here?” she gasped.

I couldn’t get any more words out. I had to taste her. I had to coat my face with her scent. I needed to drown in her pussy.

Dropping to my knees, I tugged her shoes and socks off, yanking at her leggings and thong after that. She fell forward, her hands bracing on my shoulders as she helped me remove her clothes.

“Spread your legs,” I said roughly.

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