Page 28 of The Stunt
“What do you want, baby? Just say it and I’ll give it to you.”
She takes a deep breath and I slow my fingers as I wait for her response.
“I want you to fuck my ass.”
Oh, fuck.
I exhale a shaky breath. “Bella, we can’t. I’m too big. I’ve never been able to do that before. Iwillhurt you.” As much as I want to say yes, I can’t do it. I’ll never forgive myself if I cause her pain.
She turns her head, looking at me. “Can we try? I want one of your firsts. You have so many of mine.Please?” She’s right. She’s given me so much these past couple of months. And now she’s trusting me with this.
I think it over before answering her. “Okay, we’ll try. But you need to tell me if it hurts, baby. Please, promise me.”
She lays her head back down on the bed. “I promise.”
I remove my sweats and boxers before grabbing the lube and squeezing a very generous amount into my hand, working it all over my erection. I’m so fucking hard; I don’t even think this will work. I take more lube and return two fingers to her before pressing them in until she’s loose and slippery for me. My instinct is to slam in and fuck her until I come, but I know I have to be careful with her. Lining my dick up to her back hole, I slowly start to push my hips forward. Immediately, she tightens, but I keep putting pressure on her until she swallows the head of my cock. It’s so tight, I can barely breathe.
“Fuck, baby. You're so tight. I’m going to pass the fuck out,” I say with a strangled breath. “Are you alright?”
She nods her head into the mattress. “Go in further,” she grits out.
She grips the sheet until her knuckles are white as I try to push in more, but she’s too tight. “Bella, I need you to bear down for me, okay? I’ve got you,” I reassure her. “Let me in.” She follows my instruction and I’m able to go in a few more inches. Even though I’m barely halfway, it feels so fucking good. I decide this is as far as I’m going before I pull back and thrust forward just as deep.
I literally might pass out.
I slowly fuck her, trying not to blow my load before she comes. Reaching around, I rub tight circles on her clit while I continue moving inside her. “I love you so much, baby. You’re taking me so well,” I praise. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Mav,” she chokes out. “I think I’m going to—” Before she can even finish her sentence, she detonates, her muscles strangling me almost to the point of pain as she does.
“That’s it, Bella. Fucking come for me,” I say as I pick up speed, working her through her orgasm. She collapses forward and I continue rutting into her like a man possessed as I feel fire starting in my core and spreading throughout my limbs. Just as I’m about to come, I pull out, stroking myself onto her lower back until I have nothing left to give. I look down at her shaking body, covered in my seed and I can’t help but feel an air of possessiveness pass through me. I run my hand through the warm liquid, smearing it into her skin. Marking her as mine.
I fall onto the bed, careful not to jar her as I roll her to her side and pull her back tightly to my front. I kiss her head and tell her how incredible she is until we’ve both caught our breath. I know she’s going to be sore, so I head to the bathroom and start the hot shower before returning to the bed and carrying her back in there. I try my best to support her tired body as I gently wash her.
When she’s able to stand on her own, she looks up at me. “Thank you,”
I chuckle. “Are you thanking me for fucking your ass?”
“Yeah, I guess I am,” she says with a giggle. “Thank you for being someone I can trust. I never have to worry about you hurting me because I know you won’t.” She leans into me, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist, and my entire world shifts.
She’s it for me.
What was supposed to be fake, never really was. Bella Simon had my heart from the moment I met her. I thought my priorities were straight. All I wanted was to be the best football player the Boston Blizzard had ever seen. I spent my life training and working hard to achieve that goal. I wanted the trophy and the ring.Thatwas my end game. Until her.
Now, I just want to spend the rest of my life showing her how special she is. How she deserves to be loved. It might’ve started as a stunt, but it ended up being the realest thing I’ve ever done.
SEVENTEEN
BELLA
Maverick takesmy hand as we head past the reception desk toward Twyla’s office. I can hear her yelling before we even make it to the room.
Mav was right. She is kind of scary.
We wait in the doorway, only stepping in when she quietly points to the chairs on the opposite side of her desk. Maverick pulls out my chair before sitting down as we wait uncomfortably while she lays into whatever poor soul is on the other end of the call.
“No, you listen to me,Sharon,” she spits. “The deal is off until you people get your shit together. Don’t be surprised when your company goes under after I tell everyone how out of control you are,”
My eyes widen as I look over at Maverick, finding the same expression on his face.Big yikes.
