Page 45 of Love Game

Energized by the twisted surge of lust brought on by those gnarled gashes, he mowed the slice down to crust. When she reappeared, he took a moment to drink in the messy perfection of her. Her sleek, dark hair was tousled, tossed into wayward waves that framed her oval face and clung to her neck. She paused at the entrance, bracing her hands high on the doorframe and cocking her head. All six feet two inches of her were on display for him. Only him. And suddenly, he couldn’t care less about fuel. All he needed was her.

“C’mere.”

He beckoned with his chin, but she just raised an eyebrow. High, small breasts tipped with surprisingly dark pink nipples stood at attention. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine the musky scent of their bodies trapped in the dark curls between her legs. But he kept his eyes open. Wide. He needed them to trace the patterns he’d run over her creamy skin.

“Every man’s wet dream. Isn’t that what they say?”

The husky timbre of her voice jolted him from thoughts of end-arounds involving her spectacular rear end. “Huh?”

She released her hold on the doorframe, her body arching as if she’d just scored a slam dunk. “This.” She waved a hand at him as she planted that perfectly imperfect knee on the edge of the mattress. “Pizza, beer…naked woman.” She cocked her head and crawled toward him. “Or is the naked woman supposed to turn into the pizza and beer?”

He was working up a full sentence, but then she had his junk in her soft palm, and the tips of those long nails were testing and teasing spots that rarely garnered much attention. He squirmed a bit, and she laughed—low, soft, and knowing. She lifted her head to look up at him from under dark lashes as she pressed the pad of one finger to the spot beneath his balls. The nearly empty bottle he held fell to the carpeted floor. With a hum of amused satisfaction, she bent her head, and the soft ends of her hair tickled his thighs.

“Feel good?”

One last shred of cognizant thought had him pitching the crust he’d crumpled in his hand toward the nightstand. “Christ yes.”

Danny let his head fall back as her lips grazed his sac. His dick hardened even more, pressing up through the tangle of her hair, unashamedly begging for the same attention. She ran her tongue between his nuts, and a tremor coursed through him.

She took him firmly in hand, fondling him as she looked into his eyes. “You know, people used to complain about my ball-handling skills.”

“Idiots,” he gasped.

Her mouth closed around his sac, drawing first one then the other into her mouth and sucking gently. He braced himself with his hand on her head, fingers sliding into the tangles and getting hopelessly snared. She followed the vein that ran along the underside of his cock, licking, kissing, and sucking with enough playful tease to drive him straight out of his mind.

She swallowed him whole, taking him so deep the head of his cock nudged the back of her throat, and every trace of oxygen in his lungs exploded into her name. “Kate!”

He could feel her smile as she withdrew. “Hm?”

“Don’t stop.”

Whether the gasped words were an order or plea, he had no idea. All he knew was he needed to be wrapped in that wet heat more than he needed anything else in the world. Maybe even football.

She hesitated for a split second, and he dug his fingertips into her skull, silently imploring. Her eyes met his, and she released him. For one heart-freezing moment, Danny was afraid he might actually weep at the loss. And then she spoke.

“Don’t stop what? Tell me what you want.”

“Suck me.” The truth burst from him raw-edged. “I want you to suck me.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “And then? Tell me everything.” She sank down just enough to maintain eye contact while she placed a chaste kiss to the very tip of him. “How does the play unfold, Coach?”

“You like the dirty talk, huh?”

She didn’t answer, but her lips parted, and he finally felt the moist heat of her mouth on his skin. Danny pushed his head into the pillow and let his eyes slide shut in surrender.

“Take me in that pretty mouth of yours, Kate. Soft, short strokes at first.” He groaned as she followed his directions. “Now deeper, faster.” He wrapped his own hand around the base of his cock, holding it up for her to take while hoping to hold himself back as long as possible. “That’s it, suck.”

He watched through slitted eyes. Her cheeks hollowed. She wet her lips so they’d slide over him easier, and his balls tightened, aching with the need for release. He let go of his dick and thrust up into her mouth, fucking her even as she drew on him enthusiastically.

“Oh, yes,” he growled.

Every muscle in his body clenched. Kate shifted, taking him deeper still. He knotted his fingers in her hair, his hips jerking wildly with each pull. “That’s it.”

Another long, ragged groan escaped, but there was nothing he could do to stop them, even if he wanted to. Like any good coach, he knew when to ask and when to push. Now was the time to push her to her very limits.

“You’re going to finish the play, Kate.” His breath came short and fast. “Take it all the way. Then I’m going to drive you out of your fucking mind.”

He ground the last out as the climax rippled through him. He felt her still for a moment, then push on as he started to come. God, she was beautiful with her flushed cheeks and red lips. Through the haze, he watched her eyes close and her throat work. The pull of tongue, cheek, and throat felt incredible. He gave himself up to it, letting sensation roll through him like the roar of a crowd. His heart drummed double time. And when he came back to himself a few seconds, minutes, or hours later, he caught himself chanting her name in a hoarse whisper.

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