Page 92 of Never Your Girl

I stare at the ceiling, still riding a euphoric high. “That was…” My voice trails off, trying to find an adequate description of what just transpired.

“Amazing? Fantastic? Incredible?”

A gurgle of laughter escapes from me. “How about D. All of the above.”

He nods. “I’ll take it.”

“Know what I need now?”

“Tell me.”

“Your cock.”

His fingers wrap around the hem of his T-shirt before dragging it over his head. “You don’t have to ask twice.”

I lift myself up on my forearms and allow my thighs to fall open as I watch him shed his clothing in record speed. All those rippling muscles are sexy as fuck. I never thought I’d be a girl who was into chiseled athletes.

It’s just another thing I was wrong about.

I could stare at his hard body for hours.

With a flick of the button on his jeans, he shoves the material down his legs until it puddles at his feet and he’s standing before me in black boxer briefs. His cock presses against the material as his gaze roves over me before settling at my core.

He groans before yanking down his underwear until his thick erection can spring free.

Just like the rest of him, his dick is perfection.

A shiver slides through me, and even though I just came, I’m desperate to be filled by him. One knee settles on the mattress before he pauses.

“I need a condom.”

Thank fuck he thought about it because I sure didn’t.

And that’s saying a lot, considering I’ve always been a safety girl.

He yanks open the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and pulls out a square packet before tearing it open with his teeth and sliding the latex over his hard length.

Then he’s back, crawling onto the bed. Midway up my body, he presses a kiss against my pussy before slowly making his way upward until he can stare into my eyes.

“Are you sure about this?” He searches them carefully. “I don’t want anything else to happen between us that you’ll regret.”

“I’m sure. I want this.”

He nods before shifting until the head of his cock nudges my entrance. I widen my legs and angle my hips, only wanting him to sink deep inside me. Instead, he remains still.

When I can’t stand another second of the torture, I shift. “Bridger!”

“You’re so damn greedy, aren’t you?”

“More like horny.”

His mouth lifts into a smile. “Maybe I want to torment you just a bit.”

As if to emphasize his words, he slides an inch inside before retreating again.

A groan works its way free from me. “Tease.”

“You don’t have to worry, baby. I’m a sure thing.”

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