Page 8 of Draft Pick

Holy shit, I couldn’t think straight or form words. All I could do was moan like a woman possessed as he mounted an all-out sensual assault that would leave no prisoners on the battlefield.

My fingers clenched the bedsheets, twisting the cotton into knots as my insides quivered and rang with pleasure, building and receding like a tide before the wave took out a small village.

I was lost in the sensation buffeting my nerve endings, battering my sense of self until I was a mewling mess. He left me begging and crying, nipples hard as stone, my sheets beneath me, drenched as I became a human faucet, and Cason was the hand controlling the flow.

“C-cason,” I half-cried, half-screamed as I shattered so many times I lost count, yet he didn’t stop. He relentlessly pushed me to that pinnacle without mercy until I cried, “For the love of God, I can’t cum anymore!” but it felt so good, I was lost in the pleasure, unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I didn’t want it to stop, but Ineededit to stop before I lost my mind. I begged, “Cason! Oh my God, please, I can’t…I can’t!” I was already lying in a puddle, my head spinning. I might physically shatter if I came one more time.

“You’re so fucking hot when you beg,” he said, rising above me, his face glazed with my juices. I stared into his eyes, shaking beneath him as his gaze lit with an obsessive desire that left me unable to speak.

Beneath that charming, self-assured facade beat the heart of a sexual savage, and that turned me on in ways I couldn’t explain. He kissed me hard and deep. The taste of myself on his tongue spun me into a white-hot arousal that burned away any last shred of inhibition.

“I need to feel you inside me.” I swirled my tongue around his flat nipple, capturing the sensitive flesh between my teeth, teasing him with subtle pressure. He groaned and surged against me.

A red-hot urgency between us propelled us both in a way I’d never known. His ragged breath as he positioned himself at my dripping entrance fueled the fire. “You’re so wet,” he murmured with dark approval, knowing he’d turned me into a geyser.

The tip of his mushroom head teased the swollen nub peeking out from behind my slit. I held my breath in anticipation, releasing it in a gasp as he sank slowly inside me until he was balls deep, seated to the hilt.

Ohhh God…his rock-hard cock filled and stretched me unlike anything I’d ever known. I clawed at the wrecked bedding as he surged against me, his rumbling groan as his eyes rolled up in his head with the pleasure nearly ending me.

He drove into me harder, hitting that sweet spot like a sharpshooter with his eye on the target. Pleasure erupted inside of me, ricocheting through my body as a different level of orgasm threatened to obliterate my ability to speak. All I could do was moan as sweat beaded my skin and my toes curled.

My clit was already hyper-sensitive, and my entire body was ringing. It wouldn’t take long. That ramp-up to an explosive end was already starting. Good lord, this man was unreal.

“Say my name,” he gritted as he pumped against me. “I want…to hear…you…say it, baby girl…”

I was deliciously lost. My body was exploding, sending out fireworks of explosive pleasure. Anything he wanted, he could have. “C-cason! Cason! Oh my God, CASON!”

And I came. Breaking apart a million times over.

And he did, too.

“Starlie,” he gasped, the tendons standing out in his neck as he poured into me, his eyes wide and unseeing until he shuddered and collapsed, breathing hard, the weight of his body on mine, the most intoxicating feeling in the world.

My heartbeat rang in my ears, matching his staggered breath.

As I slowly came to my senses, I realized this was what sex was supposed to feel like. When it was truly epic and soul-shattering, not hurried and one-sided. When pleasure was shared, not taken.

And I wanted more.

I knew this thing between Cason and me was a one-night stand. I wasn’t hoping for anything beyond this night. We weren’t built for forever, and that was fine with me. I had nothing in common with the man and vice-versa.

But I’d be damned if this one night would be a one-and-done, thanks-for-the-memories.

Still catching my breath as my heart hammered against my breastbone like a trapped bird, I whispered in his ear, “How long do you need before we start round two?”

He met my gaze with a slow, feral grin, surprised but definitely down as he rose on his knees, impressed and willing to take on the unspoken challenge. “This time,” he said, “I want those luscious tits in my face. Take off your dress. Now.”

Never once had I ever enjoyed a man telling me what to do.

Except now — in my bed — with Cason.

Holy heavens…I liked it.

A lot.

My eyes opened slowlyas sunlight poured into the small bedroom, shedding light on Starlie’s bedroom. Knick-knacks of various girlie kinds were scattered across every surface — stuff that I couldn’t make heads or tails of what they were or why they were special to her — but something stood out that definitely surprised me.

Was that a…metal detector?

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