Page 83 of In It to Win It

“I’m n-not that good,” I stammer.

“You are.” He kisses my shoulder. “You are sweet and good and beautiful. But I know . . . in the bedroom . . . you’re as bad as I am.”

My belly clenches and a tiny whine falls from my lips.

“I didn’t tell anyone that,” he growls, nipping again at the tender muscle at the top of my shoulder. “They were pissed at me for going after another guy’s girl.”

I make a noise of protest.

“But I didn’t tell themyoucame to my room. I didn’t tell them you spent the night and we banged our brains out.”

I want to laugh, but the sound comes out choked. “Should I thank you?”

“Yes.” He swats my butt again. “No.” He drags his hard cock over the crevice between my cheeks in a depraved caress, rubbing it up and down, lower into the liquid accumulating, then back up. “I’m gonna get a condom. And then I’m gonna fuck you.”

He pauses.

He’s waiting for me to object. My heart squeezes. “Yes. Do it.”

“Don’t move.” He fondles my butt, then moves away.

My breath comes in scant puffs and I’m vibrating with desire. Excitement pulses through my veins. I’m hyperaware of the softness of the duvet against my bare skin, the scent of his detergent or fabric softener, the faint sounds of a drawer sliding open and closed, the crinkle of a condom wrapper, his feet padding in heavy steps toward me.

I quiver in anticipation. Then his hands grasp my hips and lift them. The bed is high, but not quite high enough for him. I scramble onto my knees and push my fists into the bed as the head of his cock prods at me. I gasp as he pushes in, intense and distending.

He lays a palm on my lower back and rubs a small circle. “I’ll go easy. Sorry.”

“No. It’s good. So good.” I push back against him invitingly, but he takes his time, easing into me. My body accommodates his girth.

“Yeah. So damn good. So tight and hot around me, holding me.”

I squeeze my inner muscles, just because I can, and he groans and taps my ass again. “Careful, or this’ll be over way too quick.”

“We don’t want that,” I wheeze.

He’s fully seated in me, thick and pulsing, the hair at his groin rough against my ass. His hands curl around my hips as he holds me still, then he moves again, sliding slowly out and back in.

Pleasure pours through me, lighting me up, my body a hot, incandescent glow.

As he moves faster, I bend my arms and fall to the bed again, my head turned to one side, my ass in the air in a decadent pose. His hips smack against me, shaking the bed, jolting my body in a pleasing way.

“Christ,” he mutters. “Watching my cock fuck you . . . so damn hot.”

I imagine the view he has, and my face burns. I’m glad he likes it. I push back up onto straight arms to peer at him over my shoulder. His face is taut, his expression absorbed. He meets my eyes, his burning hot.

“Beautiful,” he mouths.

I need to come. I find my clit and circle it, sensation buzzing through me. I’m so close already, it doesn’t take much. I grab that feeling, the twisting tightness low inside me, grab it and focus on it and press into it, JP’s cock stroking in and out, rasping over a sensitive spot that sends me twirling up and up and up . . . a swelling, twisting, then bursting feeling swamping me. I cry out helpless, my thighs shaking.

His hands tighten on me, his thumbs digging into my butt cheeks. “Gorgeous,” he groans. “Coming on my cock, all sweet and hot. My turn now . . . aw, fuck.” He slams against me again and again and again, drawing out my climax almost unbearably. I want to collapse onto the bed, but he’s holding me up, fucking me into oblivion, and then he goes still and taut against me. I feel his cock jerking inside me in potent pulses. I whimper again and slide my fingers into my mouth to stop the noises that want to spill out of me.

He shouts his release, guttural noises of satisfaction and pleasure, and I love it that this feels good for him too.

“Jesus,” he gasps, his hands gentling on me. “Are you okay?”

“I think so.”

“I’m sorry.”

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