Page 83 of The Way We Win

The metal door slams, and he turns me, pushing my back against it.

“Oh!” The word escapes on a gasp right before his hand grips my chin and his mouth covers mine.

Full lips open mine, and I’m breathing fast, doing my best to keep up. His hard body is firm against me, and he reaches down, clasping both my wrists in his hands before raising them over my head.

“Jack,” I gasp as his lips move to my ear.

“This week has been torture.” It’s a low growl, and his hand is between my thighs. “I can’t concentrate on the game. I can’t focus on the plays.”

His fingers jerk my panties aside, and he rubs my bare clit firmly, up and down, around and around as I whimper with need.

“All I can think about is how you sound when you come on my cock.”

His hand moves faster, and I’m on my toes with my back arched, rocketing higher with every firm stroke of his hand.

“Oh, God, yes.” I gasp as he slides two fingers into my slick core.

Warm breath flows down my neck as he bites the side of my ear, speaking directly, softly into my brain.

“Every time I jerk off, every time I have my dick in my hand, I picture driving it into you. Every place, every hole, from your pretty little mouth to your round sexy ass. My dirty little secret.”

He kisses me again, and I’m right on the edge. Energy floods my veins, rising higher in my thighs. My orgasm twists tighter in my belly, and I’m whimpering, writhing against his body.

“You’re so wet.” He looks at me. “Spread your legs.”

“Jack…” My sigh turns into a moan as he quickly unfastens his pants.

Anticipation floods my lungs when I feel his hard cock against my thigh. I want to touch him, but my hands are bound in his firm grip.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Don’t make a sound.”

“I can’t…” I moan, his fingers still circling my clit. “I’m going to come.”

“Allie.” It’s a stern order, and I whimper, nodding.

Releasing my hands, he grips my outer thighs, lifting me off my feet as he spreads me wide. Then, with a firm thrust, he fills me.

I bite my lip, snorting with a groan at his thickness, his hard invasion, his delicious possession. It’s so good.

He’s fucking me hard and fast. His drives are relentless as he grunts low words of need, desire, praise. My back arches as my orgasm rises on every thrust. My legs spread wider as he holds me against the door, owning me like he’s possessed.

I’m surrounded by his rich leather scent. His fingers tighten on my ass, and I cup his cheeks, kissing him hungrily, as violently as his movements.

Salt covers my tongue, filling my mouth as we consume each other. It’s been so long. We’re both feverish with need.

The orgasm teased to life by his fingers erupts into a blaze against his cock. It rockets through my pelvis, and my head leans back. My eyes roll shut.

His mouth covers mine again, and I realize I’m moaning as he swallows the sounds.

My core clenches tighter, irresistibly tight, then my orgasm breaks. My muscles shudder. My core muscles flutter, spasming as repeated waves of mind-blanking pleasure control me.

His head turns, and he groans, finishing with two more thrusts, two low grunts, pressing his forehead against my sternum. His cock pulses deep in my body.

“Allie,” he moans, and my eyes slowly open.

We’re both gasping. I’m trembling, weak from adrenaline and spent from so much need fulfilled at once. His large hands squeeze my ass, and he thrusts once more, drawing out his orgasm with a deep groan.

Dropping my head forward, I kiss his ear. “You needed to see me?”

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