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I swung again, hurtling myself around and around until I slid down to the dancing platform. I dropped to the floor and crawled on all fours to him. I pressed my tits around his gorgeous dick. His hips shot up, pushing his cock between my flesh, rubbing his hardness against my soft skin.

“You like that, mister?” I leaned forward, letting the tips of my blonde wig tickle his bare skin.

“Fuck, yes.”

I rose and straddled him, my panties long since shed.

“You were two seconds late.” His voice was a growl as he pushed my face down into the leather and pulled the rest of me so I lay across his lap. He rubbed my ass in slow circles. “Do you like teasing me?”

I turned my head to the side so I could take in his profile. His cruel smile was there, the one that I saw every night when I needed discipline. “Yes.”

He slapped my ass so hard I jolted against him. The sweet burn exploded across my skin and sank into my pussy.

“Do you like your punishment, Sasha?” His hand was rubbing again in a slow, deliberate circle while his other hand pressed down on my back.

I scooted my ass farther up into the air, leaving my pussy bare for the sting of his hand. “Yes.”

Another loud crack bounced off the mirrors and came hurtling back to my ears as my pussy grew even wetter. The pain was pleasure whenever he gave it to me.

He gripped my upper arm and wrenched me back to a sitting position. I snugged up to him closer, rubbing my tits in his face and his cock along my slick folds.

He ripped the wig from my head and tossed it aside before running his hands through my hair, roughly removing the few pins that still remained. The wavy red strands cascaded down my back, and he fisted the unruly mass.

I rose and he used his other hand to position his tip at my entrance. When I sank down, Gray had only one word on his lips. “Sadie.”

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter One

Jericho

Renna bent over to yank the cord of her laptop from the wall. Her ass looked perfectly round in her jersey shorts. I didn’t see the outline of panties, not even a thong. She was bare beneath the thin fabric. I licked my lips and smoothed my hands along my thighs, tamping down the animal that raged inside.

“J, man, come on. We’re going to be late for practice.” Todd, Renna’s big brother, grabbed his cleats and headed for the suite’s front door.

Renna straightened, her long legs shapely and lightly tanned. She gave Todd a wave before disappearing into her room.

I stood, painfully aware of the raging erection in my jeans.

Todd, oblivious as ever, motioned toward the door. “Hurry the fuck up, QB. We can’t exactly play without you.”

I followed and we left the dorm. The cooler fall air hit me in the face and tried to knock me out of the Renna-stupor I was in. No such luck. We headed toward the football field.

School had just started and we’d been practicing all summer. Our season opener was coming up. We’d test our mettle against the second best team in the conference. We’d whip their asses and send them back to their state. Despite my confidence, I hadn’t had my head in the game the past two weeks. I was distracted. No, obsessed was more the right word. Renna.

She was a freshman, just settling into her college career at the university. I’d known her for the past three years, ever since her brother and I became teammates and best friends. She’d grown from bratty little sister into something much, much more. Now she was all grown up, all woman. All mine, too. She just didn’t know it yet.

She’d been teasing me for weeks, prancing around the suite in skimpy outfits. She didn’t exactly flirt with me, but sometimes I would catch her watching me, almost openly gawking, especially after particularly hard workouts when my muscles were at their peak. I wanted her eyes one me.

She had no idea how much those stares turned me on. She looked like she could eat me up, but I was the one with the big bad wolf complex. I wanted to devour her. I didn’t think I could want her more – her tight body, her sweet smile, her open disposition – but then I found out her secret. And that was like the big fucking bang. It set me on fire, the need for her eclipsing even my focus on the football season.

The day I’d discovered her – the real her – was seared in my mind. After a particularly brutal practice, I’d crashed on their sofa instead of going across campus to my dorm. Renna had left her laptop out when she’d gone to bed. I signed on to check my email and look at porn when I found the mother lode – her online profile.