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I undo my shirt and she rips hers off and reaches for my pants.
“I need you inside me,” she says, walking backward toward the bed as I kiss her frantically.
The back of her legs hit the edge of the bed and she falls. Her beautiful breasts bouncing as she does.
I pull my pants down followed my boxer briefs and Libby’s eyes widen at the sight. I look at her with my head cocked.
“What’s wrong, butterfly. You scared of a little hardware?”
She slowly shakes her head, licking her lips as she does.
“No,” she squeaks out.
“Good,” I say, pushing her knees apart as I step in between her. I run my hands up both of her thighs and her lips part for me. Those perfect, pouty lips.
The wetness between her legs glistens for me. “But before I claim that pussy, butterfly. I need you to know something.”
“What’s that?” She frowns. “I’m clean. Are you?”
I nod, “I am. But I can’t finish… not right now.”
She looks at me confused. “What? Why?”
“Because if I do, I’m going to play like shit later. And that won’t be good for my team. But what I am going to do is make sure you feel every bit of me. That way, when you’re in those stands wearing a jersey that’s not mine, you remember whose you are.”
She swallows hard and whimpers the second I press the underside of my cock onto her slickness. Rocking it over and over her.
“Oh my god,” she pants out.
I can’t believe how beautiful she looks beneath me. I already know this is going to be a hard task. But I need to hear her coming for me again.
I pull her closer to me and continue to press against her without entering her. She’s a writhing mess. And I’m enjoying every second of it.
“What do you want me to do to you, butterfly? We don’t have a lot of time before your brother and my teammates start to wonder where we went.
“Keep doing that,” she pants. “Oh god, please don’t stop.”
I lean in more, running my lips up her stomach and between her breasts. My hands are still on her hips as I drive my piercings up and down her clit.
It doesn’t take long before she’s grabbing onto my shoulders and shuttering out her orgasm.
Her moans are like a symphony, and I need to hear them again.
Chapter 18
Libby
“That was even better than I imagined,” I say to him.
His voice is husky and low, “You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come, butterfly. Can you sing for me again?”
I lick my lips and nod, desperate to feel him inside me. In one quick motion he flips me onto my stomach and hitches my hips up toward him, my forearms planted on the bed.
“Now that I have you wet and ready for me, I need you to feel me fill you up. You ready?”
“Yes,” I barely say. His hands are gliding over my ass. The touch is light and sensual and I feel the appreciation in them.
“Good, baby. Now hold on.” He notches at my opening and slides into me ever so slowly. Inch by inch I feel the notch of each rung of his piercing enter me. It’s torturous and achingly sexy. Once he’s fully seated within me, he lets out a breath of air.