Chapter 39
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Will
With one firm palm on my chest, Drew pushes me back, and I collapse onto the mattress.
Fingers interlaced behind my head, I hold my breath as she glides the side zipper down on that hot-as-fuck black suit dress.
“Are you wearing a bra?” I ask, rising onto my elbows for a better view of the greatest fucking show.
Her mouth doesn’t answer my question as she lets the dress pool around her ankles.
Soft, bare skin begs for my tongue.
Climbing onto the bed, she straddles my thighs, pink manicured fingernails teasing the waistband of my shorts.
“Want to know a secret?” I tease.
When I lift my ass, she slides my shorts down a couple of inches, tongue swiping along her bottom lip when the glistening head of my cock appears. I’m so hard that it actually hurts.
“You skipped underwear too?” she muses.
I let her carry on undressing me, abs contracting with need as I anticipate over what she’ll find next.
“Will …” Drew’s hands pause, and her attention is fixed on my left thigh. “What’s this?”
Because she’s frozen in place, I help her remove my shorts and toss them across the room.
Back to straddling me, she traces her fingertips over the ink I got the day after everything went so fucking wrong.
In place of the N on the compass I had tattooed to my body, I asked the artist to write my girl’s name.
“I don’t even know what to say,” she croons, reaching behind her neck to unclasp the chain.
She places the pendant next to the tattoo; it’s an exact replica other than the one change I requested. The weathered elements and indentations were executed perfectly.
“I can’t believe you have my name on your body.”
Her eyes track to mine, and I pick up the chain, setting it on the nightstand beside us.
“Giving you my last name feels way more permanent than any ink ever could be.”
I interlace our fingers before wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. “Fuck me however you want, Drew. Fast, slow, for hours without stopping. I want you to control what we do.”
The devilish smile on her lips tells me that she loves the idea.
Rising up, she sinks down on my cock, taking the whole length without pausing to adjust herself.
I gaze down in awe while I disappear inside her. “Like a goddamn glove, Baby.”
The first rock of her hips forces me to bite hard on the inside of my cheek, pressure shooting to the base of my spine.
Jon Morgan, final pro season: seventy-one goals, one hundred thirty assists.
Strands of Drew’s dark hair tickle my thighs as she leans back and plants her hands just above my knees.
“Are you enjoying the ride?”
She whimpers, and, fuck me, her tightening walls strangle the base of my cock as she rolls into me again—a smooth motion that drags my shaft along her front wall.
Beads of sweat shine on her forehead, and her parted lips, forming the perfect O, remind me of the way she can suck my dick like no other woman ever can or will. I’m a reformed man with an addiction to one pussy.
“Will …” Drew’s head falls forward, trembles racking through her body.
She snaps her hips, and my balls tighten, desperate to fire into her pretty cunt.
Braced on one elbow, I replace the chain I gave her with my hand and guide her face toward mine. “Apparently, I’m not allowed to get you pregnant anytime soon.”
Deep blue eyes spread wide, although it’s not panic I see in them. They’re too dark with lust for that.
“To be honest …” My attention descends her stunning body as it continues to ride me into submission. “I wasn’t even thinking about it, but now I can’t stop fantasizing over how good you’d look, carrying my child.”
Drew comes hard and fast, crimson invading every inch of her skin.
“How would you feel about that, huh? Me painting your insides until your stomach grows for us both?”
“Holy shit!” she wails into my bedroom, fingernails now clawing at me with need.
Drew rides me hard, determination stamped across her face, as I fall back to the bed, and she pins my wrists above my head, hips thrusting, body searching for her next high.
“That’s right, Drew. Fuck this cock like you mean it,” I grit out.
Another thirty seconds like this, and she’s coming again before I roll us over and drive into her from above, one leg hanging over my shoulder while I mark her calf with my mouth.
“Harder. Fuck me harder,” she demands, and, Jesus, does she get her own way as I plow into her on repeat.
Each time I sleep with this girl, I’m left stunned over the length of time I last, given the instant I slide inside her, my balls are ready to blow.
“I love you.”
Three words still my hips, chest heaving, because I must be hallucinating. I couldn’t have heard her right.
“Say that again for me,” I request, kissing the inside of her foot.
She tries to pull it from my shoulder, but I grip her ankle so she can’t move, dragging my tongue along her instep.
“Say that again, or I’ll torture this pretty foot until you scream it.”
After a beat of silence, I pull my dick from her pussy, and she moans out a protest I can’t quite decipher.
“Did you say that you love me, Miss Callaghan?” I inquire, one hand still clamped around her ankle, the other now dragging up and down my shaft.
I toss my head back, Drew’s arousal making it easy to jerk myself in smooth strokes of rippling pleasure.
She pins her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes become hooded at the sight of me using her release to jack off.
“Come all over my pussy, and I’ll consider repeating what I just said.” Drew quirks a serious brow. “I’ll even put it in writing if you need.”
My tongue slithers down her instep again, and she squirms with delight.
“Fuuuck … I love it when professional Drew comes out to play.”
She reaches between her thighs and fingers herself in front of me, pulling them out to offer me a taste. “Am I as sweet as you remember?”
All I can do is groan and pump my cock at a faster pace. I’m such a fucking simp for my woman, happy to let her call the shots over me on the regular.
“You taste like a four-carat diamond ring I just slid onto your left hand.”
She just grins up at me with a bratty expression. “Come for me, Will.”
My orgasm slams into me, hot jets hitting her pussy one after the next as I grit my teeth and try to stay upright. Open-mouthed, Drew gazes down at the ropes of cum covering her lower half.
I’ve never shot my load for this long or anywhere near as hard. I guess I should’ve expected sex with someone you love to be like this, but the dizzying high rocks my body like a drug I’ll crave again within the hour.
“I said that I love you.” Drew peers up at me through her lashes, black mascara smudged around one eye.
Totally satiated, I release her leg and fall over her body, one elbow holding me up by the side of her head.
“Say it again,” I whisper, already smiling like I just won the lotto.
She rolls her eyes, and I push a finger inside her pussy.
“I love you, Will.”
Retracting my finger, I swipe it through my cum and reenter her slowly, adding a second for good measure.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She does as I asked, and I continue to fuck her with my hand, licking into her mouth when it falls open.
“I want it all with you,” I say, not needing a response, but her cries of pleasure as she comes apart for me once more.
Briefly pulling out, I take some more of my cum and push it deep inside my girl, praying that we’ll be lucky enough to start a family one day.
“Every goal I score, it’s for you. Every deal I sign, it’s because you showed me the way I want to live my life. The man I want to be from now on. Your man.”
I drop my head into the crook of Drew’s neck, breathing in her scent while she imprints on my heart. “You know they say it’s wise to give the people what they want. How do you think your dad would take it if you showed up to a game, wearing my name?”
She kisses the tip of my nose. “As long as it’s a Rogues jersey, I’m fairly certain he’ll be okay with it.”