Dirty Player (The Montgomery Billionaires #3)

CHAPTER TWELVE

LEVI

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Holy hell.

I’ve forgotten how good it feels to be inside this woman. If Kaylee had said no, I’m not sure if I would’ve been able to stop. I mean, I would have, but fuck, it would’ve been difficult.

Right now, I need to consume every inch of her like I’m a madman. I had planned to lick her sweet pussy and tease that sensitive rear of hers, but the moment she touched herself, my cock had different ideas.

I may have been too rough, so I slow my thrusts and lean on my good arm, cupping her other breast.

My eyes roam down the space between her breasts as I flick her nipple. My gaze returns to her beautiful brown eyes as she moans.

“Levi, oh god.”

Her pussy clenches around me and as she digs her nails into my shoulders.

“Don’t come yet,” I tell her, wanting this to last forever.

But the reality is we only have this one night.

Just one.

That’s all we get. We can’t do this once we get home. Hell, we shouldn’t be doing this now.

She cheated on me. I can’t forget that.

But I also can’t ignore the way I want her more than my next damn breath some days.

Something happened today at the game when she came running onto the field. I looked up, my body screaming in pain, and saw the concern in her whisky-colored eyes. It was different from the concern on other medical faces or my coaches.

Kaylee cares more deeply than I realized.

I tried to shake it off as the friendship we’ve built over the last few months. Or the pent-up chemistry that’s been sizzling like a Fourth of July barbeque for weeks and weeks.

All I know is that this needs to happen.

For both of us.

How everyone at the party didn’t see us eye-fucking all night, I don’t know. Halfway through the evening, I’d decided she was coming to the suite with me. I was simply trying to work out how to make it happen. Without being obvious.

This time, I’m not getting attached. I might still love this girl, but I’ve packed it away nicely.

Liar.

Pulling out, I tap her hip. “Roll over.”

Kaylee scrambles underneath me, and I reach under her thigh, tugging her tight up against me.

“Face in the pillow.” I press down on her back, and she mumbles something. Staring into those rich brown eyes is not going to help me keep an emotional distance.

I slide back inside her and we both moan.

“You feel so good, so hot, so fucking slippery wet, Kaylee.”

“I’m going to come, I swear, Levi. Hurry.”

I thrust harder, slap her ass once, then twice, and feel her begin to shudder around me. As my body pounds into her, I watch her breasts wobble under her and reach for her clit.

“Ahh!” she cries out when I pinch it.

“Come around my cock, baby.” I demand as a fire descends along my spine and my balls tuck up.

Fuck.

This.

This is what I’ve missed. What I’ve dreamed of.

Imagined.

Craved.

I spill inside her, then collapse over her back as my hot come leaks from her body.

Jesus Christ. Why can’t I feel this way with any other woman?

It’s always her.

Always fucking Kaylee.

My shoulder aches like a motherfucker, but it’s too bad. Tonight I’m taking all that I want from her.

I’m only just getting warmed up.

One night.

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TWO HOURS LATER, Kaylee is sitting on top of me, riding my cock slowly. I think it might be about to break off, but I don’t give a shit.

I lift my arms to cup her breasts.

“Keep that one on the pillow.” She instructs me, pushing my arm down. She set it up before climbing on top and helping herself to what appears to be my permanent erection.

I run my finger between her breasts and along a sweat bead. My own body drenched.

We haven’t stopped.

Sped up and slowed down, yes. But we never stopped.

Almost like fucking one another is as important as oxygen. It feels like that. Like we don’t have much time and know we need to make sure of every single second.

The moment I pull out of her, we both groan at the loss of connection.

Has anyone ever successfully slept with their cock inside a woman?

I need to know.

A more important question is, do I really think this will be a one off?

I hate myself for being so weak and wanting Kaylee again. Hell, I hate her for fucking our relationship up.

I want to fuck her until she can no longer remember what any other man feels like. So she can only feel me.

Until I hurt her.

Scar her.

To make her permanently mine.

And yet...knowing I’ll have to let her go.

Instead of asking me to be gentle, my little kitten arches eagerly and my cock slips back inside her.

“I need to come again.” She pleads like a crazy woman.

I don’t judge. I feel just as insane.

She rubs her clit.

Motherfucker. I’m not that strong.

I take over, reaching for her so I can get my mouth on her neck. Then as my thrusts jackhammer up into her, I move my mouth to her ear.

“Come for me, baby,” I rumble, then spill inside her for the four millionth time.

Shuddering, Kaylee collapses onto my chest, and her hand closes around my biceps.

I shut my eyes, exhaustion taking me under after playing today then fucking for hours. Leveling out my breathing, my cock softens, and I wrap my arm around her.

Mine.

I know Kaylee’s not mine.

But she is mine.