Spring Training

“Jesus, I love that you’re bare here. That there won’t be anything between me and your sweet, sweet *.” He circled her opening before easing a finger deep inside.

She raised on her toes, his wicked finger teasing her before retreating again. She was burning, her vagina contracting around him. She was close. So close. Perspiration broke out on her skin as she clung to him.

“You are so beautiful. Have I ever told you that? And your taste.” Garrett leaned back, putting the finger covered in her juices into his mouth. “The sweetest honey.” His eyes drifted closed as if he was eating ambrosia. With a hungry growl, Garrett scooped her into his arms. “I need you now, Jess.”

A surge of pleasure buzzed through her. It had embarrassed her at first, but the reality of it was she loved his dirty talk, loved that he shared his desire with her. Loved that he was as crazy with need as she was.

She wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into his neck, letting his scent fill her nose. She could get drunk on him. She delighted at his shiver as she ran her tongue over the cords of his neck, snickering as he stumbled through the door. He released her legs and she slid down his body, relishing the contrast of his large body against her much smaller one. Growing up with only her father had turned Jessa into somewhat of a tomboy. She was strong, solid. But right now, she’d never felt more like a woman. Garrett made her feel … soft. Feminine. Desirable.



“You think that’s funny?”

“I like that I can affect you, because you’re sure playing havoc with me.”

“Is that right?” His laugh was dark, sensual.

He’d said no shame. He was offering her a chance to be bold, free herself to experience the pleasure promised in his gaze. Pleasure she wanted to return.

She opened the button of his slacks, slowly drawing the zipper down. “It’s my turn to taste you.” She kicked off her shoes and went to her knees in front of him. She smiled at his curse as she drew his pants down. His heavy erection sprung free, mere inches from her lips. She sucked in a breath. He was large. Larger than any man she’d been with before. Her * throbbed in anticipation, even as nerves attacked her stomach.

His head rolled back on his shoulders as she wrapped her hand around him, learning the feel of his rigid length. Hot, silken, flesh-covered steel as she stroked him from base to tip. A drop of moisture appeared and she couldn’t resist reaching out for it. Using the tip of her tongue, she brushed over his slit, moaning as she got her first taste of him. His tangy essence rolled over her and she wanted more. She wanted it all.

“Shit, Jess. Suck it, baby. Take me in that hot little mouth.” He nudged his swollen cock against her.

She opened, wrapping her lips around the broad crest. His thighs bunched as he tried to press forward, but she wasn’t having it. He wasn’t denying her this chance to savor him.

“Ah, Christ.” Garrett’s breath was ragged. “That’s it, Jess. Take me deeper, baby.”

He filled her, her lips stretching tight around his thick length. She arched her neck, sucking him in as far as she could. Her hand stroking in tandem as she moved.

Garrett’s hands tangled in her hair. “Just like that, Jess. That’s so good.”

His praise drove her need higher. Cream flowed from her body as she swiped her tongue over the bloated head before shoving him deep again. He nudged the back of her throat and she fought not to gag. Her eyes watered and she drew air through her nose, refusing to release him.

She swallowed.

“Fuck!” Garrett yelled out above her. He pulled on her hair, sending a delicious tingle through her scalp as he jerked himself from her.

Without warning, he picked her up and tossed her back on the bed. She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. She arched her hips, a silent plea.

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