Page 79 of Forever Offsides

“Condom. Cock. Sex.”

I smirk. But everything is different now than it was all those months ago. “Quinn baby, are you on the pill?”

“No.”

Shit.

“I have an IUD.”

“Have you been with anyone since me?”

“No.”

“Good. I’m fucking you without a condom then.”

Her breath shakes from her lungs. She can be nervous. Hell, I’m nervous. I haven’t trusted a woman with this since Russel’s mother, and she used that trust to her advantage and got pregnant. But at the same time, I believe Quinn has an IUD. And truthfully, if she came to me in a couple of months and told me she was pregnant, well, I’m not seventeen anymore, am I?

I attack her cunt with a ferocity I hardly know I had in me. I eat her like she’s my last meal. The last pussy I’ll ever get because part of me hopes that’s something I can cling to. I’ve had women. I haven’t had the one I can’t stop thinking about. The one who occupies all my thoughts and fantasies.

The one I’m literally risking everything for.

But even with that consideration, I won’t stop. I can’t.

I’m high on her. Drugged. Addicted.

Reaching behind my head, I rip my shirt off, drop a knee to the bed, and take her pretty pussy back to my mouth. I suck on her clit, pulling it into my mouth before I go back in and do it again and again. She’s writhing, desperate to come. Already close.

But I want more.

I climb onto the bed and lie on my back with my feet on the floor.

“Come here. I want you to sit on my face.” She takes my hands, and I help her straddle me. Her pussy is right above my mouth, and she peers down at me with a smile that zings straight to my balls.

“Well, hello there.”

I grin. “You gonna ride my face or simply smile at me?”

Her hand snakes down her body, and two fingers touch her clit.

“I thought you wanted to see what I’d do to myself.”

She gives her clit two full circles, and I grab her hand and suck her fingers into my mouth. With our eyes locked, I lick them clean before they pull from my mouth with a wet pop. I slip a finger into her, watching her face as I drag it in and out. Her cunt is just above my mouth, and I lick her as I play with her.

I’ve never been overly dirty with women before, but with her, I want to be filthy.

I bring her pussy down on me and sink into her, my tongue taking over while my lips follow. Sucking. Licking. Eating.

I need her to come even as my dick fights against my pants, begging for mercy.

I swirl my tongue around her pussy, licking her up and down, tasting her as she leaks into my mouth. Quinn gets so wet. So deliciously wet. I’ve never been with a woman like her. A woman whose every aspect sets my blood on fire. Makes me crave.

One arm snakes around her and grasps her hip. Her pants are still around her ankles, restricting her movements and she works to kick them off. I use my other hand to ring her opening, licking at it as I play. Her body moves and sways, her hips undulating like a wave against my face, rubbing herself all over me.

“Oh!” she cries, her head flinging back as she moves faster. I want to hear her. I want her loud and out of control. But we’re in the hotel, and there are players and staff all over this floor, if not in the neighboring room.

I smack her ass. “You can get loud when we’re back at home. Here we have to be careful.”

“Right. Then maybe you shouldn’t make it feel so good.”