Sacked (The New York Nighthawks 1)

“I think you already did a great job of that last night.” I twined my arms around his neck. “But I’m not going to complain if you feel the need to do so again.”

He slipped a hand between us to cup my pussy. “You’re so fucking hot already, baby.”

Widening my legs to give him better access, I murmured, “You only have yourself to blame. You’re too darn sexy for my own good. I always want you.”

“You better.” His fingers glided through my wetness before one of them sank into my tight channel. “Because I’ll never get enough of you.”

Then he went about proving exactly how much he desired me, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm with his thumb circling my clit. “Yes! Oh, yes! Prentice!”

“That’s right, baby. I’m the only man who can give this to you,” he grunted as he worked another finger inside me. “Gonna prove who you belong to by making you scream my name.”

My lips parted on a gasp, and he took full advantage by slamming his mouth down on mine, his fingers stroking my pussy in sync with his tongue while he kissed me senseless. It wasn’t long before my nails were digging into his shoulders as I flew over the edge, my orgasm rolling over me in waves.

He swallowed my cries as he kept at me, never letting the pleasure ebb while he drove me right back up again. It wasn’t until my inner walls clamped down on his fingers a second time that he tore his lips from mine and notched the tip of his dick at my entrance.

“You’re so damn gorgeous when you come for me, baby.” He drove his hips forward, filling me with one powerful thrust. “And you feel fucking incredible when your pussy is wrapped tight around my dick.”

While he pounded in and out of me, there wasn’t an inch of my body that he didn’t touch. He cupped my breasts with his palms, tweaking my pebbled nipples with his thumbs. Pressed kisses along my jawline and nipped at my earlobe. Dug his fingers into my hips to hold me in place while I took what he gave me.

He pushed me to the brink of another orgasm before pulling back over and over again. Until I was writhing beneath him, mindless with need. “Please, Prentice. Don’t tease me anymore.”

“Are you gonna come for me, Naomi?” he rasped, a drop of sweat dripping down his temple.

“Uh-huh,” I panted with a frantic nod. “I’m so close.”

“Wanna feel your tight pussy strangling my cock,” he rasped. “You gonna give me that?”

“Yes,” I hissed.

He picked up the pace, and I grabbed his biceps, holding on for dear life while my pelvis moved in rhythm with his. Our skin slapping together echoed off the walls, punctuated by my cries and his grunts.

“That’s it, baby. Take all of me. Fuck!” he roared.

My orgasm crashed over me, fireworks going off behind my eyelids. My pussy clamped down around his hard length, milking his release from him. The hot splashes of his come hitting my inner walls lengthened my orgasm.

When our shudders subsided, he collapsed on the mattress and dragged me onto his chest until I was sprawled on top of his big, muscular body. Rubbing my cheek against his broad chest, I gasped, “Wow.”

“Sinking my cock into your pussy is the perfect start to my day,” he murmured, stroking his hand down my spine.

“You’re not going to get any complaints from me.”

“My only one is that I hate to leave you.” He dropped a quick kiss on my lips before sliding off the mattress. “But if I don’t go now, I’ll be late for practice.”

“Don’t worry about me.” Although Prentice was the star quarterback and could more than afford any fine for not getting there on time, I knew he took his commitment to the Nighthawks seriously. “You wore me out last night. And this morning. I’ll probably just get some much-needed sleep.”

“Stay as long as you’d like.” He pulled on a pair of athletic shorts and a T-shirt. “I’d be thrilled as fuck to find you still in my bed when I get home from the stadium.”

I smiled up at him when he moved to the side of the bed to give me one last kiss before he left. Letting out a loud yawn, I was about to roll over and fall back asleep when my bladder protested. Walking into the bathroom with our mixed releases dripping down my inner thighs, I couldn’t help but think we were playing with fire. In all of the times Prentice and I had slept together over the past couple of weeks, he’d never used a condom. Although we both wanted big families, we hadn’t talked about having one together.

Except for in the heat of the moment when Prentice would say something sexy that would make me lose my mind. And that wasn’t supposed to count, no matter how much I wished it did.