Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Holy fuck.
“Poppy,” I mutter, precariously close to losing it.
This is exactly what she does to me. No matter how many times I try to convince myself that she’s no different from any other woman, she continues to blow that theory to shit. When her suction turns voracious, I thread my fingers through her long, blonde hair. I’m not sure if I’m trying to keep her in place or rip her away.
“There won’t be a need for that condom if you keep it up much longer.” And when I say much longer, I’m talking minutes.
Possibly seconds.
She releases me with a soft pop before pressing a kiss against the tip. And then she’s carefully rolling the latex over my length. Have I ever been this hard? Or so close to losing it when I wasn’t even inside a woman?
Nope.
Never.
Once my dick is covered, she shifts, spreading her legs further apart before stretching her panties to the side and positioning her body over mine. My gaze settles on her bare pussy and my mouth waters for a taste. It’s been way too long.
I hiss out a breath when she lowers herself onto my shaft, taking me one inch at a time until I’m completely buried inside her body.
As good as the blowjob felt, it’s nothing compared to this.
I allow Poppy to set the pace and take control of the situation. Her palms settle on my chest as she flexes her hips. It doesn’t take long for us to find a rhythm. This is the first time we’ve had sex that isn’t frenzied, and there’s something nice about it.
I’m so damned turned on that I have to grit my teeth in order to keep a firm grasp on my self-control. I’ll be damned it I come before she does. Her head rolls back as she continues to move on top of me.
My gaze goes from the place we’re intimately connected to the expression on her face, and I’m once again bowled over by how beautiful she is with the breeze wafting through her blonde strands and the silvery moonlight spilling over her.
When her pussy spasms and a whimper escapes from her lips, I finally allow myself to lose control, diving headfirst over the cliff with her.
Poppy
I glance at the text from Dad before pushing into the locker room and winding my way through the space. My footsteps echo off the cinderblock walls as I head to the back where the offices are located. Practice doesn’t start for another hour, so the place is more like a ghost town than football central with guys in various states of undress.
When I reach the open door, I poke my head into the small room crammed with old tapes, playbooks, photographs, and trophies, only to find it empty. Dad said he’d be here, watching game film. With a frown, I glance at my watch. I have ten minutes before I need to hustle to my next class.
Just as I’m about to fire off a text, a deep voice says, “Sneaking into the guys’ locker room again, huh?”
Startled, I swing around, and find Mason. As soon as our gazes collide, his lips quirk at the corners.
My hand flies to my chest as my heart thunders a painful beat. “You scared the crap out of me!”
A chuckle escapes from him as he flashes a grin. “I must have. You nearly jumped a foot.”
I blink.
Have I ever seen Mason laugh? Or tease? Or smile like that?
I don’t think so.
Broody Mason is attractive, but playful Mason?
He’s even more so.
It wouldn’t take much to fall hard for him.
“What are you doing here?” he asks, cutting into my thoughts.
I hold up my phone as evidence, just in case he really thinks I’m sneaking in here to get an eyeful. Honestly, he’s the only eyeful I want. “I was looking for Dad. He asked me to stop by, but he’s not here.”
“One of the trainers wanted to talk with him. He should be back any minute.”
I glance carefully around the empty space to make sure we’re alone before stepping closer and twining my arms around his neck. When I lift onto the tips of my toes, his arms snake around my ribcage to press me closer.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” he groans. “Someone could walk in and see us.”
“Practice doesn’t start for an hour,” I whisper.
Before he can argue, I nip at his lower lip, tugging it with my teeth. A growl escapes from him as his mouth crashes onto mine and our tongues tangle.
This is how I like Mason best.
When his mind clicks off and he allows himself to live in the moment.
As the kiss deepens, the world shrinks down until it only encompasses the two of us. Wrapped up in his arms with our bodies perfectly aligned, I feel the steely length of his erection dig into my belly. It’s so tempting to—