Page 70 of Win Big

“So beautiful.” My eyes eagerly devour her—smooth skin, soft curves, her mouth a fantasy.

She opens her eyes to smile lazily at me. “You’re beautiful too.” She lifts a languid hand to trace my abs again, right down to the root of my cock. “Fuck me.”

“Oh yeah.” On my knees, between her thighs, I guide myself to her entrance and ease in. She’s so wet, it’s a slow, sweet glide of pleasure, but I’m careful anyway. I watch her face. She tips her chin up and her eyelashes flutter down as I fill her. “Okay?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “Do it.”

I’m holding back, adrenaline flooding my body, wanting to take and take... I think it’s what she wants, but I don’t want to hurt her. Seated inside her, my balls pressed against her, I plant one fist into the mattress beside her and caress her breast with my other hand, then touch her face. I drag my thumb over her bottom lip and she sucks it in. Our eyes meet in a burst of heat. Her tongue swirling over my thumb damn near makes my cock explode.

I lower myself over her to kiss her, openmouthed, my tongue licking inside, and then I move... my hips slowly rocking forward and back, my cock tunneling in and out of her slick channel. I rise back up and lift one of her legs so her ankle is on my shoulder, then I squeeze her breast again as I move faster. I can’t take my eyes off her beautiful, expressive face... her lust-blown pupils, swollen lips, pink cheeks. She watches me too, our gazes connected in some kind of powerful link that neither ofus can break. I’ve never done this before. Eye contact like this is... scarily intimate. But right now, it’s breathtaking. Epic. Unescapable.

I plunge into her again and again, not holding back now, fucking her hard and fast. Her soft cries pick up tempo and volume. I love how noisy she is.

Goddamn, I want to go all night like this, watching her, listening to her, feeling her pussy around my cock all velvety and hot, but I can’t. Pressure builds, tension torquing inside me. Heat sizzles up my spine, then back down, centering in the small of my back.

I find her clit with my fingers. She jolts at my touch, still sensitive, but whimpers her encouragement. I circle wet fingers over it. “There?”

“Not quite . . . higher . . . a bit more . . . ohhhhhhGod, yes, there . . .”

She contracts around my dick, rippling, squeezing, and I shout as my own orgasm roars through me. My vision goes black, my ears buzz, and I hold myself deep inside her as I release in in thick, heavy pulses.

“Fuuuck,” I groan, and pant. Jesus. I think I just died. I hope not, though, because I want to do this again.

I kiss her knee, then slowly lower her leg to the bed. Holding the condom, I ease out. For a second, I’m afraid it broke, because she’s so creamy, but it looks okay. I drop down beside her and lay my hand on her stomach. “I’m just gonna go get another condom.”

She laughs breathily. “No.”

“What?” I turn my head to smile at her.

“Already?”

“Sure.” I smirk. “That’s why being with a younger guy is so great.”

She snorts.

“Also I’m a hockey player.” I kiss her nose. “Good endurance. I can go at least sixty minutes.”

She laughs and stretches. “Okay, fine, you’ve convinced me.”

“Good.”

14

EVERLY

“Oh God . . . do that again . . .”

I drift half-asleep, awash in lovely, warm sensation as Wyatt kisses his way down my back—soft, openmouthed kisses, his tongue lingering in the small of my back. My eyes flutter open and close again. Then fly open as the numbers on the clock beside his bed come into focus.

What day is it? Sunday . . .

“Oh my God!” My head snaps up and I roll away from Wyatt.

He sits back on his heels, staring at me. “Uh...”

“I have to get up!” I roll off the bed, nearly falling on the floor. I stand with my hands in my hair, disoriented, looking around Wyatt’s room. “Shit! I’m going to be late!”

“Late for what?” His forehead creases. “It’s Sunday morning.”

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