Page 115 of The Wrong Quarterback

“You know I would do anything to help with your dreams. Your brother would want you to shine. I don’t know him, but I know that much,” I told her, my mind racing as usual with ways that I could help her make her dreams come true.

Casey turned in my arms. Her eyes were less red-rimmed and more…resigned. I wasn’t sure I liked that either.

“When are you going to let me out?” she asked softly.

“When you promise not to run, and I believe you.”

“And what if I did run?”

I laughed softly. “Then I would spend the rest of my life chasing after you. As you know, though, I’m pretty dedicated when I want something. I don’t think you’d be able to run far.”

She rolled her eyes, the ghost of a smile on her pretty lips.

Don’t think about her lips, I told myself, shifting my dick away from her since it was starting to harden from just that.

“You know, I kept telling myself you were too good to be true. And I guess, I was right,” she whispered as her smile faded.

I brushed a kiss across her lips before she could jerk away.

“Everything I’ve done is for you,” I said. “I love you more than life itself. There’s your truth.”

She sighed, but her forehead was scrunched, like she was thinking hard.

I was wearing her down.

I woke up from a really great dream, to something even better…Casey naked on top of me, sliding onto my dick.

“Don’t talk,” she whispered when she saw I was awake. “This doesn’t mean I don’t hate you.”

“Of course not,” I answered, even though that’s exactly what it meant. I grasped her hips and helped her work me all the way inside her.

I couldn’t help but groan when she sank all the way down, taking every inch of me like the good girl she was.

Her hips tilted, and she rocked up and down. I pulled her forward, changing the angle to the one I knew she liked best that also rubbed her clit.

“I love you,” I murmured, nuzzling into her hair. She stiffened for a second but ignored me, her pace increasing as I grasped her hips and fucked into her.

It had been forty-eight hours since I’d been inside her. Absolutely unacceptable.

I was addicted to her, and even a few hours felt like eternity. I was glad that my efforts to train her body to feel the same way had evidently worked.

“We’re never going to talk about this. I should be biting your dick…not riding it,” she murmured unsteadily as she pushed her hips all the way back and then slammed forward.

“Mmmh,” I answered, pressing down on her lower back so her clit rubbed against me harder.

She was close. Her breath was coming out in gasps, and her cunt was tightening around my dick.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she breathed as she rode out her orgasm. Her head thrown back, her chest flushed, her nipples beaded into hard, rosy points. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen.

And then she flipped off of me.

“What?”

“This is a reminder that I’m mad at you,” she said, her gaze trained on my cock as I started feverishly stroking myself.

“That’s fair,” I grunted, even though I wasn’t happy about it. I came, cum splattering all over my stomach, my moan echoing around the room.

Her eyes were dilated as she continued to watch me.

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