Page 90 of Crush
“I sucked you off, yeah—but that only means we'reeven,” I said.
But my body betrayed me. I dug my heels into the mattress and thrust my hips into the air, trying to force the captain's hand closer to my mound.
Shea pulled away in the nick of time. Abandoned, I let out a disappointed wail.
“Are yousurewe're even?” Shea teased. “Because I'd reallylove to go down on you right now. And you seem like you want it, too.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and mewled. His touch wassogood—and his tongue was even better. Of course I wanted him—I was dripping wet just from sucking his cock! But … shouldn't we be responsible? Shouldn't we try to stay out of trouble? Shouldn't we think of his kids, or something?
On the other hand, all I had to do was crack my eyelids open and see before me this muscled athlete kneeling next to me, built like a Greek God, with a thick dick standing high in the air, and a troublesome little smile on his face as he practicallybeggedto eat me out. How could I ever resist?
“Ugh, yes,” I whispered. “I want your mouth.”
“I thought so,”Shea chuckled as he grabbed hold of the waist button on my jeans. With a sudden release of pressure, the button popped free, and I let out an embarrassing loud moan. He tore my panties off, and then my top and bra, and our naked bodies and our mouths came together again.
He grabbed at my bare sides, clawed at the flesh of my belly, sucked at my hardened nipples. His manhood, throbbing and erect, rested against my folds as we kissed.
I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't even want his tongue anymore—I wantedhim.
I set the tip of him at my entry and dared him to push into my wetness.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
His eyes went wide. “But … you just said …”
“No, I said,fuck me,” I repeated, my tone demanding and needy.
Shea didn't have to be told again. With one hand, he joined my wrists and held my arms above my head. With the other hand, he grabbed my side and pinned my body to the mattress. Slowly, he let his hips fall forward. His tip parted my folds, and with the massive weight of his muscle-bound body, he sank his thickness into me.
“Oh myGod,Shea,” I gasped, choking back the pain—I wasn't used to his size.
Our mouths locked, muffling my whimpers. Shea took it slow and eased into me: gently, inch by inch, he opened me, until I was stretched properly for him—and his chiseled, sweat-glistened hips rested against my pelvis at last.
I could feel his cock, long and hot and hard, throbbing with his pulse in my walls. I whispered in his ear. “You feelsogood buried inside me.”
The captain pulled out slowly, quietly grunting as I gripped him as tight as I could, before slowly pushing his girth back in.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Harder.”
He withdrew and pushed in again, but only a touch harder.
“I said,harder,” I whined.
Shea's pelvis began to swing like a pendulum, and with each thrust, his hips stapled mine into the bed with a hefty, fleshyclap.But still, I knew he was holding back—and I wantedallof him. The big man had to be convinced that he wouldn't break me. I couldn't blame him—because in a way, that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted the hockey player to wreck me, make a mess of me,ownme—just like he had with those dirty panties.
“I said,harder!Deeper!” I screamed at him, digging my nails into his round ass. “What are you waiting for? I want you tofu—”
Shea cut me off with a battle roar. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide and began to truly lay into me, began to trulyfuckme. Wildly, he entered me from every angle, like a bull tossing its horns, his dick ramming against the sides of my walls. Once buried in me, he swiveled inside me, stretching me wider and grinding against my insides like a mortar and pestle.
“Yes!” I screamed as the captain used me like we both wanted, his big dick ruthlessly thrusting in and out my tightness.
He pounded his weight into me as if he were hammering a stake into the Earth. Each mattress-shaking blow brought me closer to a toe-curling climax.
“Harder!” I yelled over the quickening noise of the headboard slamming against the wall,bam bam bam.
Shea's eyes were fierce—he was determined to please me. Sweat streamed down his hairy chest and chiseled abdomen. My body was covered in sweat, too—though I wasn't sure if it was his or mine.
“Faster, harder!” I demanded. “I'm so close!”
