Page 169 of Wrong Pucking Player

This is more than a competition now.

There’s this lingering need to succeed.

To fight for what we want, even if it’ll get messy.

“This jersey has to go,” he mutters before kissing me.

“Only… if… I get to keep it,” I breathe between kisses.

“Fine.” He doesn’t care. His determination is to get the piece of clothing off me, but not before he kisses me again.

We break the connection, the two of us catching our breath before the jersey I was in stripped and tossed, leaving my breasts to hang free while I attempt to start moving my hips.

It’s funny because it’s discarded as if it’s not so precious, but I can’t comment on that because this man is taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.

“Fuck,” I moan as my back arches. “Ar-Armani.”

He can’t stop me from trying to squirm away from his mouth, but it does little to get me far from him. Releasing my breast, he pulls me back against him so we can kiss like two senseless teenagers.

“You think you get to lick my nips, and I can’t enjoy yours?” he mutters as we’re fighting for breath. He moves over to kiss the nape of my neck, making me melt into his hold as he kisses and sucks the most sensitive spot. “These breasts of yours are always teasing me.”

“I… don’t do anything,” I try to argue.

“Innocent until proven guilty, hmm?” His fingers entwine in my hair before forcing me to look back just as he leans further forward to tower over me. “You wear those neon sports bras, knowing damn well how good your breasts look in them, don’t you?”

I blush at his words, realizing how observant he really is.

“You don’t even know how powerful you are. How this sexy, curvy, fit body of yours drives me wild every fucking day. You think no one takes in these luscious breasts as you run past them? That they don’t admire that slight bounce with every running step you take or how your nipples grow hard and further antagonize the admirer into hoping they’ll get a golden chance to suck on them.”

He kisses me brutally this time, like an act of punishment for turning him on so much.

“So, I get to take this chance to suck on these delicate plump breasts, Andrews,” he affirms while peering down at me. “And I want to hear every moan that escapes these swollen lips.”

This man is a new weakness.

A whole new weakness.

That may be my very downfall.

My sigh of pleasure leaves me the moment he sucks at the sensitive part of my neck, which I’m sure is bruised from all his kisses and nips.

“You like this spot,” he mumbles against my flesh.

“Yes,” I moan.

“You’re gonna get a nice matching tattoo. Just so everyone knows, this spot right here is mine.”

“Possessive,” I pant, lowering my gaze to watch those darkened eyes look up at me. His tongue is trailing along my left breast, my nipples so hard and ready to enjoy his hot mouth.

“You love it,” he points out. “Possessive men. Only, there’s another requirement.”

“Is there?”

“Oh, yes, Andrews.”

“Tell me.”

“Earn it.” He sucks my left breast, making me moan while I move my hips again so I can grind against him. He lets me, his hands still on my waist but easing me into the movement at a tolerable pace for both of us.

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