Page 111 of Slash & Burn

“Oh.”

“Yep,” she said, shifting on my lap.

“Easy, baby. You keep doing that and we’ll be heading out before I even get a drink.” Jill bit her lip, watching me as she did it again. “Alright,” I said, thumping the table with a grin. “We’ll see you assholes later.”

I lifted Jill off of me, her laughter loud enough to overpower the rowdy Shammy’s crowd. When I took her hand, she looked up at my guiltily. But she knew better. We’d spent plenty of nights at that bar with the crew after games. Missing one wasn’t going to bother me. Especially not with that look in her eye.

Jill wasn’t ready to admit it yet, but I wasn’t the only one who came away from winning games a little revved up. My girl might not have been asportsfan, but she was amefan, and watching me play turned her on in a way that made me feel like the luckiest son of a bitch alive.

She was already on me, sucking a line down my neck as I tried to shove the key into the door to my apartment a few blocks away from the Garden.

“Fuck, gorgeous,” I sighed, my head falling back as she nibbled my ear. We stood there in the hallway, my hands ripping at the fly of her jeans as she kissed me.

“Door,” she got out, just before I slipped a hand in her pants and she moaned.

Pulling my focus back, I reached around her to get it open and we tumbled inside. I dropped my keys, kicking the thing shut again and hauling her into my arms. Jill’s legs wrapped around me as her hair fell around my face.

“Seeing you,” she mumbled, her lips on mine in a frantic crush. “So fast . . . so strong.”

I tossed her on the bed, her throaty laugh going straight to my cock. “You like watching me play, baby?”

She hummed, shoving her pants off, her underwear following next. I paused, my hands working on the buttons of my shirt, to take her in.

“Fucking hell.”

Jill slid her fingers between her legs, staring at me as she touched herself and I almost lost my load right there.

When she went to pull her jersey off—my jersey—I shook my head. “Baby, you leave that fucking shirt on,” I commanded, slipping mine off my shoulders as she dropped her hands. “That’s a good girl. Now, turn over.”

I shucked my pants the second Jill raised that perfect round ass in the air. Her eyes were molten as she watched me over her shoulder, wagging her hips like she couldn’t sit still until I was inside her.

I yanked her back by her hips, running my hand over the globes of her ass as they hung over the edge of the bed. The sound of her panting in anticipation ran fire through my veins. Squeezing and kneading, I moved my hands closer to her pretty pussy, glistening up at me.

“You ready for me to fill you up, baby?” I slipped two fingers inside her, circling her clit with her slickness as the breath rattled out of her.

“Grady,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as I strummed her clit faster. Her thighs quivered as I worked her, fucking her with my fingers while I rubbed harder.

“You come like this first, baby, while I can still see straight to watch. ‘Cause as soon as I sink my cock into this pussy I’m not going to last.” I was already rock solid, my cock pulsing with every breath as Jill gripped the sheets with both hands. “Come, baby, let me hear it.”

“Ah . . . Grady . . . god,please. . .yesssss . . .” Jill writhed, her hips bucking as she came, the feel of her cunt clamping down on my fingers enough to make my patience snap.

“Hold on,” I barked, stepping up behind her and slamming home in one hard thrust. “Fuuuuuuuck.” I threw my head back, her pussy fisting me tight and fast. I just stood there, letting her cunt work me up until Jill moaned, tilting forward and back.

“You want me to fuck you, beautiful?”

Her half-lidded eyes sliced back at me, a devilish grin on her face like she knew there wasn’t a chance I’d resist doing just that.

I slid out and then pounded home. “You look fucking good with my name on your back,” I huffed, my chest tight as I did it again. I pushed through her slick pussy and rode every inch back out, over and over, hammering harder as I sped up.

“My fucking girl,” I panted, watching Jill’s face ripple with pleasure as I gripped the jersey and fucked her harder.“Mine. Mine. Mine.”

Jill’s moan got louder and when I reached around to press my finger to her clit again she broke, her orgasm sending me over the edge with her. I came in a crushing wave, bending over her as I gasped for air against her back.

As Jill’s body went lax beneath me, I kissed a line across her shoulder, nuzzling into the nape of her neck as she hummed sweetly.

“That better, baby?”

“Mmhnn,” she mumbled, reaching over her shoulder to comb her fingers through my hair. “I love coming home with you.”

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