Page 90 of Bad Teammate
He chuckled. “Good.” He pressed his mouth to mine, his lips a salty inferno.
“God,” I moaned. “Your kisses—thebest.”
His lips had a way of breathing a second wind into me. My thighs parted for him, and I gestured at him,come hither.
“I won’t last long,” he warned. “You’ve got me too close.”
I smiled contentedly. “Good. I want your cum.”
“Yeah, babe,” he grumbled as he mounted me. His hot, swollen cock slipped into my wet tightness. He made sweet love to me, his hands squeezing at my breasts and his mouth nipping at my neck. With each thrust, beads of sweat shook from his hairy, muscular chest, sprinkling my belly like cool drops of rain.
I sang his name into his ear. “Derek. Oh yes, Derek.”
His pace began to hiccup, slowing to a crawl. I knew he was dangerously close. I clamped myself against him. His eyes rolled back in his head and he turned as hard as steel inside me.
His jaw came unhinged and he let out a roar. “Auuugh!” Quickly, he pulled out and whipped off his condom. He burst like a geyser, shooting his load up my torso in long, unbroken streaks.
“Wow,” I cooed, touching my finger to his slippery cum. He’d coated my belly in it. “You came so much.”
“You got me pretty worked up,” he said.
“Mm. I’m glad.”
We laid together, softly petting each other and sharing our warmth. The air was tinged with an erotic mix of scents—humid flesh, a musky mix of our sweat and oil, and the saltiness of his seed.
“So … how was it?” he asked, drawing small circles over my heart with his thick finger.
“Perfect,” I said with a happy sigh. “Just perfect.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” I said.
“I thought the same,” he said. “You know what this means though, right?”
“What?”
He lowered himself to my ear, his breath hot against my lobe. “You’re mine forever.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Really,” he whispered. “I mean it.”
Sealing his words, he steadied my jaw and claimed my lips.
My heart swelled, swirling and churning like a vortex. Brimming waves of love poured from the center of my chest and rushed through me, all of me, making me whole.
“Derek.” He was my first, and I never wanted another. “I love you.”
I bit my lip, hoping he’d say the same, hoping I hadn’t ruined everything by saying those words too soon …
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“I love you,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling on mine.
Was it crazy to fall in love this fast?
