Page 88 of The Wrong Quarterback

“As soon as I saw you, I went and got checked. I knew you were it. I knew I’d never have anyone else.” My eyes widened at his words, and he smoothed my hair out of my face, kissing me all over like he wanted to make sure he touched every part of me.

“I trust you,” I said softly, and he closed his eyes for a second, as if the words had reached some important part inside of him.

He brushed against my skin, stroking my breasts and my stomach. His fingers slid through my slit for a moment before he brought his fingers to my lips, spreading my wetness along my bottom lip and into my mouth, so I could taste myself.

“You’re so sweet, baby. My sweet, perfect girl,” he murmured, his tongue sliding down my neck before he suddenly bit down on my shoulder, admiring the mark for a moment before he licked away the pain.

He reached down between us and guided his dick to my opening, pushing barely inside as he watched with a wild, wide-eyed gaze.

“Baby,” he slurred. “You feel so fucking good.”

He pushed further in, my legs parting even more, every piece of my body ready for him. I whimpered, what I was feeling was better than anything I’d ever experienced.

This was what it felt like to fly. To burn. To become something more than just yourself.

“You’re doing so good, Casey,” he said as he brushed a soft kiss against my lips. “So fucking good.”

His hand reached between us and circled my clit in a light, rhythmic glide, the sparks of pleasure making it easier to accept him as he pushed inside me, inch by enormous inch.

He thrust deeper, his words a constant stream of praises as tears gathered in my eyes. There was so much pressure. My breath was erratic as I tried to adjust to the fullness, to the feeling that I was being split in half.

“Just a little more, baby. You can take it,” he said soothingly, and I whimpered again, because I wasn’t sure I could. He was so fucking big.

He laughed, and I realized I must have somehow said that out loud.

“Please, don’t stop,” I whispered, and he kissed me, thrusting in one final time until he was seated in all the way, filling me so completely I couldn’t think. Parker had become a part of me, that’s what this felt like.

“Never,” he murmured roughly in my ear, and I forced myself to open my eyes so I could look at him. “You were made for me.” He licked a falling tear off my cheek. “I’ve never felt anything so good. So right.”

Parker pushed my knees up as he drew back, his glittering eyes glued to where he was stretching me wide.

He slammed forward, sinking deep as my scream filled the room.

“That’s so good, baby. Look at you taking all of my big dick. That’s so good, my sweet girl.”

He thrust in and out, his muscles flexing under my fingers. The room was filled with the sound of us. My cries, his groans, a soundtrack I could listen to for the rest of my life.

“I love you, baby. I love you so much,” he suddenly rasped.

I came.

The pleasure was almost painful because it felt so good, like I was being possessed. Like he was ripping open my veins and replacing my blood with something new. Something transcendent. Something that only he could understand.

I’d always wanted a love like he was promising. His words were a gift. A scary, terrifying, overwhelming gift that I wanted to live with for the rest of my life.

Parker’s kiss gave me life, his tongue tangling with mine desperately as his hips drove into me, harder and harder until he was moaning against my mouth, and his hot cum was filling me in magical, life-changing bursts.

It was spilling out of me, dripping down my thighs and onto the bed, and I had the insane urge to reach down and shove it back into me because I wanted him inside me…forever.

Pushing in deep, he stayed there, relaxing against me with almost the full breadth of his weight so I couldn't move at all. He nuzzled my neck, kissing me lazily. “You’re fucking amazing, Casey. I love you so much. This is the best moment of my life.” His words wrapped around me as my arms pulled him closer.

I never wanted this moment to end.

We fell asleep like that, him still inside me. He rolled us over so I wasn’t taking all of his weight, making sure we stayed connected the entire time.

I woke to Parker’s hard cock pushing into me again. He was behind me now, his hand massaging my breast, his other hand playing with my clit as he eased in and out.

“I have to go to practice, baby. But I couldn’t help it. I needed more,” he murmured.

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