Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“How’d I do?” I whispered against her soft lips.
She was still struggling to catch her breath. “You did . . . good.”
“Sounded like it was better than good.” Shit. I meant it in a teasing way, but it came out cocky.
Thankfully, Kayla laughed. “Okay, yeah. You did way better than just good.”
I shifted onto my side, giving my arms a break, only for her to push me onto my back and climb on top of me. I balled my hands into fists as she straddled my waist and her lower body put pressure against my dick. I clenched my teeth, biting back a groan as she whipped off her tank top. Her body was . . . no words.
“You are killing me, McCarthy,” I said.
She slowed her movements and a smile flashed across her lips. “McCarthy, huh?”
“You’re the only one who gets to use nicknames? Two can play that game.”
She undid the line of buttons, pushing the sides of my shirt open. I propped up on my elbows, helping her pull it off, trying not to ask her to define what “everything but sex” meant. She tugged down the straps of her bra and pressed her lips to me at the same moment our skin came into contact.
I jerked in my pants.
I pushed her hair out of my way and kissed her, focusing on how she tasted. It was getting hard to support myself on my arms, so I wrapped them around her and leaned back, pulling her down with me.
“Fuck,” I groaned. She rubbed against me, gliding down my length. It was an agonizing tease I could feel through the thick denim. The situation was becoming dire. Like, down by seven points, fourth-and-long and no timeouts, dire.
My chest lifted in a breath, and I held it for a long moment as Kayla began to move. She sucked on my neck. Ran her tongue over my collarbone. Bit softly on my nipple. All while she shifted on her knees, adjusting so she was kneeling beside me.
Oh, fuck yes.
I was so eager for where she was going, when she palmed me through my jeans, I grabbed the zipper and made quick work of dropping trou. I jerked down the waistband of my underwear, and my dick popped free, straining for her.
Her small, warm hand curled around me, and I had to think about the new plays the offensive coordinator had passed out in our lunchtime meeting.
She pumped her fist. One long, tight squeeze down my shaft, and I shut my eyes.
Think about the plays. Most had me blocking. Only one new route to learn.
Her grip ringed me at the base, and something soft and wet brushed over me. I exhaled a loud breath, but the rest of me was tight with anticipation. Her tongue fluttered at the underside of my tip, then licked a long line down. My abs flinched in reaction to the shock of pleasure.
She licked back up, leaving a damp trail, and although I was strong, I wasn’t sure how much teasing I could take. I opened my eyes, lifted my head, and gathered her hair into a loose ponytail. She glanced up at me.
“Fuck, Kayla. Please get that mouth on me.”
I wasn’t an idiot. I understood women didn’t like it when you pushed or shoved your dick uninvited into their mouths, so I fought against the powerful instinct to lift my hips or urge her down.
Air drained from me as she parted her lips, and inched her mouth down my cock. It was so fucking hot, both her mouth and the visual. She was snug around me, but her tongue swirled, flicking across the head, drawing another jerk from me.
“Jesus,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”
Her mouth retracted upward, then surged back down, taking more of me in this pass. She was calling all the plays. Whatever she wanted, fine by me. I’d sing the OSU fight song if she asked me to, only I’d need help with all the words.
I gazed at her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but she had an expression of concentration as my glossy cock disappeared and reappeared beneath her lips. Her blonde hair was fisted messily in my hand, a few strands escaping and falling onto my stomach. The image made me sweat.
Her tempo picked up, her fist tightened, and I moaned, encouraging her. I also couldn’t stop from thrusting up, needing to feel more of her amazing mouth locked around me. She let out the sexiest little whimper, as if sucking my cock was turning her on.
This girl was going to destroy me, and I was going to love every second of it.
Heat built, tingling at the base of my spine. It corded my muscles into steel cables, tightening my balls as I got closer to coming. I wanted to enjoy it longer, but my body had other ideas. I ground my teeth, pushing myself back from the edge.