Page 67 of The Wrong Quarterback

Parker continued the slow roll of his thumbs while he licked a long line up my chest, until his tongue was circling my pulse. He bit down, pinching my nipples at the same time.

“Please,” I all but sobbed.

I felt the heat of his mouth, and then it was closing around my nipple, sucking and biting at my tip.

My fingers wound through his hair, holding him there as he scraped his teeth across my skin, soothing away the sting with the slide of his tongue.

He groaned as he switched sides, giving my other breast the same, sweet torture. My panties were soaked, pleasure pulsing between my legs.

“Fuck, I need more,” he said, a deep moan tearing from this throat as he released my nipple with apopand then sank to his knees.

My eyes were wide as I stared down at the god in front of me. His deep blue eyes seemed to glitter and burn as he pulled on my leggings, pushing them down until I was standing there in nothing but my skimpy panties.

“Yes,” he murmured, pushing his nose against my core and breathing in deeply. He growled and then turned his head, biting down on my thigh until I cried out.

“Wait,” I said suddenly, my clit pulsing between my thighs.

He licked at the indention in my legs before sitting back, his pupils blown out as he glanced up at me, his hair a complete mess from my hands pulling at it.

“What is it, baby? I’ll give you anything,” he rasped. “But Ihaveto eat this fuckingperfectpussy.”

I’d never seen anything hotter. This big, strong,perfectspecimen of a male, on his knees…for me.

“I—I’ve never done this. I’ve never done anything,” I told him. “I just…wanted you to know.” My breath was coming out in gasps as I watched a slow, sexy grin spread across his face.

His eyes were gleaming in the dim light down here, and there was a heat in his gaze that promised me that I was about to take a wild ride.

And I couldn’t wait.

“Good, then I’ll be yourfirstand your last, Casey Larsen, and I’ll get to ruin you, baby, starting right fucking now.”

My thong was gone the next second, and his hot tongue slowly licked up my slit, like he was trying to taste every single inch of me. I fell back against the bookshelf, the edge biting into my skin.

“Parker,” I cried as he grabbed my leg and pulled it over his shoulder, so I was spread out before him…waiting for him to feast. He pressed me further into the shelf so that I couldn’t move, growling against my core as he licked up to my clit and then circled it slowly.

“Mine,” he snarled, sounding half-crazed as he sucked my clit into his mouth.

Two fingers slid through my wetness before he slowly pushed them inside me.

My cries were echoing in the air as his fingers thrust in and out, his tongue sucking and feasting on my clit.

He pushed my leg out wider as his fingers curled, rubbing up against some magic place inside of me.

I sobbed as he continued to feast on me like he was obsessed, like I was some magical nirvana he’d been waiting his whole life to taste.

Obviously, I wasn’t experienced, but I’d heard enough girls talking about it over the years to know it wasn’t usually like this. Where it felt like the guy was eating you like he was born to do it.

Like he loved it.

Parker slid in another finger, and I cried out again, the sensation of fullness almost too much. My head thrashed around as I tried to center myself, and he laughed softly, sucking my clit even harder as his fingers moved in and out.

“That’s it, baby,” he said in between licks. “Give it to me.”

He slid his tongue through my folds before returning to my clit.

My core tightened, and I whined, crying out as pleasure tore through me. I was belatedly aware of my hips thrusting against his face, but I couldn’t help it. His fingers and mouth continued, pushing me into my first orgasm. It tore through me, so good that I wasn’t sure I’d ever be the same.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted as I rode his face, the stubble on his jaw scratching my inner thighs.

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