Defending Donovan (Face-Off Legacy/Campus Kings 6)

“I love,” he hisses. “You’re so beautiful, Taylor.” His eyes meet mine with so much fire and intensity behind his blue irises that my body trembles. “Fuck, I’m one lucky bastard.”

Drake kicks off his sneakers and steps out of his track pants, leaving a trail of clothes on the floor as he makes his way to the bed. My lips part when he slips his shirt over his head, revealing his thick, muscular chest. I rub my hand along the hard ridges of his abs and slowly make my way down to the hem of his boxers.

“You were amazing tonight, Drake. Your performance should be rewarded.” I lean back on my elbows and spread my legs open further. “Now, come claim your prize.”

“Mmm,” he says, fixing his gaze between my thighs. A wicked smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Your pussy is better than any trophy I’ve ever won.”

I wiggle my eyebrows. “Just my pussy?”

Drake slides his boxers over his hips, his cock long and hard. I reach out to feel his length between my hands for a second before he climbs on top of me, covering me with his massive frame.

“You, Taylor,” he grunts as his hands roam over my body. “You’re the biggest challenge I’ve ever faced.” His lips graze my neck, making my toes curl in the process. “And the reward… so fucking worth it.” His tongue rolls over my skin, and I moan in response. “I love you,” he whispers. “Every inch of you.”

“I love you, too,” I groan, hooking my legs around his back. His lips meet mine, and when our tongues touch, we’re all passion and heat. A fire brews between us that sets my skin ablaze.

He tears at my lacy panties, and with how hard he pulls, he rips them off me. “Oh, Drake,” I moan, so damn turned on my juices pool between my thighs.

Positioning himself between my legs, he inches his cock into my wetness, taking more than I’m used to all at once. He fills me up, his cock thrusting deeper inside me. I claw at his back, my nails digging into his skin as he picks up the pace. He’s more aggressive, hungrier for me than normal. It must be all the adrenaline bottled up from winning another big game.

He raises my right leg over his shoulder and kisses the inseam of my thigh. The angle changes with Drake now buried so deep inside me I swear he’s broken through my inner walls. A mixture of pain and pleasure shoots through my body.

I’m used to Drake and his monster cock, but that doesn’t make it any easier to adjust to him. It takes some time, and once we work together, our rhythmic movements so perfectly timed, all of the pain turns to pure pleasure.

After he makes me come a few times, our bodies are slick with sweat. He leans forward, and his cock pulses as he rubs my clit with his thumb. I’m so close to the edge, about ready to burst from the orgasm that washes over me like crashing waves. I ride my high, and Drake chases his.

He comes so hard his body shakes through mine. One final jerk rips a loud guttural groan from his lips. It’s so animalistic and manly that my pussy clenches around his throbbing cock. Drake collapses on top of me, still trembling. He presses a kiss to my lips before slipping his tongue inside my mouth. Cupping the side of my face, he moves one last time inside me. My core aches for more of him.

He pulls out and rolls onto his side of the bed with a loud sigh. “Holy shit, babe. That was some prize.”

I laugh and curl up against him, our juices spilling down my inner thighs. “We have to savor these moments together. Pretty soon we won’t see each other every day.”

This time, he sighs but for a different reason. He runs a hand through his sweaty hair to push it off his forehead. It sticks up in sexy spikes that make me wonder why he doesn’t gel his hair this way.

“We’ll figure it out,” he promises. “The distance doesn’t matter. I’ll find a way to make it work. My parents did it for years with my dad on the road all the time. So, I know it can be done.”

“I don’t want you to waste money coming out to California all the time.”

“Our situation is only temporary,” he breathes. “I’ll spend summers in California with you. I can buy an apartment near Berkeley for you to live. The time in between we can figure out as it comes.”

“You’re not buying me an apartment, Drake.”

He bites his bottom lip, giving me an annoyed look. “Fine, I’ll buy myself an apartment. You can live there when I’m not around.”