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“Helping you prove what you promised to me. You’re showing me the real you.”
“And it feels so fucking good,” he rasps. “Youfeel so fucking good.”
“Do you want me to make you come now?” I ask, soaking up my control.
Tommy nods once. “What does it feel like—to come like this?”
I laugh into his mouth. “I’m not a dude. I wouldn’t know. It might knock you out for the night though.”
“Do it,” he commands. “Show me.”
I move my finger in a downward motion and then revert to a circular stroke.
“Fuuuuck.” He tosses his head toward the ceiling. “I … I can feel two orgasms building.”
He thrusts into my pussy so hard that I shift up the bed.
“Hand yourself over, Tommy.”
He spreads his knees wider, and I massage him, pulling out briefly to gather our joint arousal before I’m diving back inside.
“Jenna.” He calls my name, and, Jesus Christ, that sounds fucking good.
“Jenna,” he repeats, shaking his head with pupils so wide that his eyes are fully black now. “I’m coming so fucking hard, Jenna. Y-you’re amazing.”
I feel his ass contract around my finger, and a second later, Tommy spills his hot cum deep inside my pussy.
I don’t think I’d be human if I didn’t come at the sight of this brutish, tattooed guy falling apart under my touch.
“Me too,” I softly reply. “All over your huge cock.”
Tommy’s body is wired with pleasure, shaking and shuddering above me. It’s the best sex of my life—and undoubtedly, his too. It’s us both stepping over into a world we didn’t think we were capable of entering.
It’s … perfection.
When he’s emptied everything he has, Tommy drops his head against my chest, still holding himself on one arm so he doesn’t crush me.
He’s fighting to stay awake, and I stroke the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck.
“Thank you …” he slurs, raising his head so he can watch me.
He looks like he did that time in the seedy bar. But this time, he’s drunk for an entirely different reason.
“For what?” I ask him, feeling his release leak out of me.
Tommy pulls out and then reaches down between us, gathering his cum and pushing it back inside my pussy.
He exhales a slow, satiated breath and kisses between my breasts. “For giving me this chance and letting me stay with you tonight.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
JENNA
Imight be a pro athlete who works out almost daily, but that doesn’t prevent the full-body aches that hit me when I stir from a deep sleep and roll onto my back.
Tommy and I went at it all night, and it was … mind-blowing. I’d never had so much sex, and I’d never … been fucked in the kinds of positions he took me in. The man is a machine in bed, and I’m not mad about it, not one damn bit.
There isn’t a single second about last night that I’d change, although there are unanswered questions I want to ask him this morning. Like the brief reference he made to his mom and the comment about his coach and teammates. I know, deep down, Tommy cares about what they think, and I want to help him earn the respect I know he deserves from the rest of the team.
