Sacked (The New York Nighthawks 1)

Naomi’s head was thrown back, and her eyes squeezed shut as her hips punched up to meet my every thrust. “Yes! Oh, yes! Prentice! Ohhhhhh…so good. Yes! Yes!”

I was barely able to see straight through the haze of erotic bliss, and my balls were drawing up in warning. Dropping one of her legs, I pressed my thumb over her clit and rubbed hard, sending her flying into the abyss. Her pussy clenched, the muscles rippling around my cock as she climaxed, and her cervix turning soft, allowing me to sink in just a little more.

My orgasm hit me like a fucking freight train, and I bellowed as I exploded inside her. Come spurted out in hot jets, filling her until it spilled out between us. The extra lubrication made it easier for me to keep working her little pussy until she was tossed over the edge one more time.

When my cock finally seemed to be empty, I collapsed on top of her, careful to keep most of my weight on my elbows. Our bodies were damp, our breathing labored, and I’d never felt better in my entire life.

“Damn, baby,” I groaned. “You nearly killed me.”

Naomi giggled and slipped her arms around my torso, hugging me close. “That was incredible,” she breathed.

“I’m glad you think so because I have a feeling I’m going to be spending a lot of time between your pretty thighs.”

“I’d, um, like that,” she whispered as she smiled shyly.

It was my turn to laugh. “After what we just did, after you were so wild and passionate and falling apart in my arms…how can you still be shy with me?”

She shrugged, her lips curving up sheepishly.

I pecked a kiss on her pretty mouth, then reluctantly pulled out, knowing if I didn’t let her rest a little from being stretched by my big dick, she’d be too sore to take me again. And I didn’t think I had the strength to wait much longer.

We both groaned at the loss of our connection, but I didn’t give in to my desire to bury myself inside her and never leave. The slippery ease with which I pulled out reminded me of the issue I’d been contemplating before it was shoved to the back of my mind, replaced by mindless rapture.

I hadn’t used a condom. While I couldn’t bring myself to regret it, I knew we’d have to talk about it eventually. I climbed out of the bed and contemplated how to approach the subject while I walked to the bathroom, my still hard cock bouncing against my stomach with each step.

I returned with a warm, damp towel and gently spread Naomi’s legs to clean up the sticky mess of our combined arousal.

“Baby, we should talk—” I halted when I glanced at her beautiful face and saw that she’d fallen fast asleep. I decided we could have that conversation later. For now, she needed to rest.

I tossed the towel in the hamper and climbed back into bed. She immediately rolled so she was plastered up against me. I shifted her body until she was lying on top of me, her legs on either side, her head resting on my chest, and the tip of my cock snuggled inside her pussy. When she fully recovered from having her cherry popped, I was going to spend the whole night buried deep inside her womb.

Now that I had everything I’d ever wanted in my arms, I sighed in contentment and drifted to sleep.

9

Naomi

Waking up in Prentice’s arms was my favorite way to start the day. I just wished that I could experience it every morning instead of limiting my sleep overs, but I could only use Ember as an excuse so many times before my brother would start to wonder if something bad was going on with her. I already felt guilty enough about asking my best friend to lie to him about me staying with her. I didn’t want him to think she was bombing her first semester of college.

As though he could read my thoughts, Prentice’s arms tightened around me. His beard scraped against my neck when he rasped, “We need to tell your brother about us. I don’t like hiding our relationship when all I want to do is shout it from the rooftops that you’re mine.”

“I know.” Turning over, I stroked my palm down his bare chest. “I didn’t mean to let it go on this long. Nixon can be a little overprotective sometimes, and finding out that I’m dating one of his teammates could mess with his head. It’s his rookie season, and he’s playing so well. I don’t want to ruin that for him.”

“I’m a fuck of a lot more than just one of your brother’s teammates.” Prentice seemed to latch onto the least important part of my explanation as he rolled me onto my back and covered my body with his, pressing me into the mattress. “And I’m more than happy to demonstrate that thoroughly.”