Page 62 of Play the Last Card

Not good enough.

I pump in again, one hand moving from her thigh to play with her clit. I circle my thumb, timing it with my hard and fast thrusts.

“Tell me, Ivy. Tell me how good it is. Look at me and tell me who’s fucking you.”

She starts to tremble, her body shaking and her pussy clamps down. She still shakes her head, moans falling from her lips even as she tries to keep them back.

I grunt. “I want to hear you when you come, Ivy.” She is so unbelievably wet. I know she’s close so I keep pushing. I keep thrusting into her, I keep circling her clit.

“Who’s fucking you, Ivy?”

“Oh, fuck. Scott,” she cries. “You!”

She clamps down around me, pulsing, as she comes. I let go of her knees, falling into her as I keep pumping in and out, chasing my own release. I bury myself into her neck.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, and finally I get her words.

“God,” she cries, ankles locking behind my back as I continue to pump into her. “You feel so fucking good. Don’t stop, it feels so good.” I don’t plan to stop. I can feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine and I move harder, faster, erratically inside her.

I feel her start to tremble again beneath me. Her pussy is clamping down and she’s so wet, I’m slipping in and out her body with ease. Like her pussy was perfectly shaped to fit only me.

I groan.

“Fuck,” I grunt into her neck and her nails scrape down my shoulders.

“Scott,” she cries. “Scott, I’m going to come again. Please make me come again.”

And fuck if I don’t rise to the challenge.

I slam into her, reaching between us to rub her clit. She is anything but quiet now and her moans spur me on.

My cock throbs, her pussy pulses, and we come together this time.

I spill into the condom, sucking on her neck. My hand follows her body to one of her tits and I squeeze.

Ivy huffs out a breathless laugh, squirming beneath me a little. She’s so damn reactive, it’s so fucking hot.

I’m still inside her but I lean back, pecking her lips. She gives me a sedated smile, her eyes fluttering closed as I roll off her to deal with the condom.

When I join her back on the bed, she curls into my side. I lift one of her legs over mine and entangle us together.

“You’re right,” she murmurs into my neck as she burrows in. Her lipsbrush my skin. “Once isn’t enough.”

***

The images from last night replay over and over in my mind like it is the best damn movie I’ve ever seen.

Waking up this morning, kissing her and slipping out of her sheets, had been pure torture. For the first time ever in my career I was begging for a sleep in on game day, wishing I didn’t have the earliest report time than all my teammates because I needed a shoulder strapped before meetings and warm up.

We are playing in the primetime Sunday night football slot but the report time is still too damn early for my liking.

The corridors are quiet as I make my way back from the physical therapist’s suites and toward the locker room. I need to get my head right. Ivy is still front and center and whilst I don’t want to forget how it felt to slip inside her tight, hot body last night I also didn’t want to play my entire game semi-hard.

Fuck.

This girl has me so distracted I almost laugh out loud.

I run through the list of my pre-game rituals.