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Trick Play 10
ASHER
“Youmadethisfor me, Mags?” My mouth attacks the soft column of her neck again, licking and sinking my teeth into flawless flesh where I’m going to leave marks and I don’t give a fuck.
She wore my number.
On the back of her white tee, in black bolded letters, was the number seven with my last name above it. In her hair was a black bow that she tied at the base of her ponytail. She even had two lines of black lipstick underneath her eyes, like I do during games.
And with her currently in my lap, I’m fucking gone.
So absolutely done with this girl and the heightened need to just claim and own and free myself deep inside her because it’s never going to be something I’m able to stop.
I don’t even have my gear off. My shoulder pads are still on, helmet discarded at my side, and it’s a tight as hell fit in the backseat, but Magnolia is short enough to make it work, straddling my thighs as she grinds her sweet core against me and meets me for another kiss.
She doesn’t answer my question, too far gone from what we’re doing.
We won the Camden game, literally pounding our rivals on our home field, and all I can think about now is driving myself into my girlfriend and fucking her until we can’t breathe anymore.
Magnolia’s fingers run through my sweaty hair, doing the same thing she did earlier when she ran off the bleachers and across the football field to me. I instantly dropped my helmet, catching her in my arms as she jumped into them and placed the most inappropriate-rated kiss to be offering up in front of the whole town.
I hope she wasn’t thinking about being able to back out of this now. She stamped herself as mine the moment she drove her tongue inside my mouth and wrapped those pretty legs around my waist. The hoots and hollers of my fellow teammates and, actually, some people in the crowd sounded around us when I carried her to the parking lot, and right here into the back of my truck. And I’ve never been more grateful for tinted fucking windows in my entire life.
“Your dad home?”
“No…” Another kiss. “He’s here with Frank.”
“He know your wardrobe?” Her impatience shows as she peppers kisses along the stubble of my cheek.
“No…why?” Her soft lips wrap around my earlobe next, provoking an uncomfortable jolt from my cock against the hard cup in my football pants.
Reaching between her legs, I grab the fabric at the inside of her thighs and tear at the seams, the ripping material only making me and my dick more excited.
Magnolia’s honeyed gasp in my ear only makes me desire more contact, finding her neck again and tasting that perfect flesh.
“Take your tits out, baby, but keep that shirt on. I need to get these pants off.” She immediately removes herself from my lap, her ass hitting the center console to give me room as she begins working at her bra and I pull at the elastic waistband and get them down my ass, the plastic cup that was literally cock-blocking, falling to the floor. “Spread your legs.”
Like the good girl she is, she slides closer toward me, with her butt still on the console, as I lean my tall and big ass forward, locking my mouth around her clit and sucking at the sensitive area there.
“Shit, Asher.”
I love how she swears when we’re doing shit like this. When she lets her whole guard down and those Southern manners fly right out the door.
Her fingers locate my thick locks again, threading and kneading my head for more as I delve my tongue between her folds and into that sweet pussy that was made only and for me.
“You knew what you were doing,” I mutter when I pull my tongue out and lick right up to that nub again. “When you wore that number. When you jumped me on the field. You’re trying to make sure I’m locked the fuck down.” I insert my middle finger inside her wet core, pumping her at a quickened pace because I live to hear her strained pants and mewls. The way she thrusts her body forward for more, because what I’m giving her is so good.
“You know it,” she replies through small gasps of air. “I’d love to see someone try to date you now.”
“What are you gonna do, Mags?” I draw my chin up, locking my eyes onto hers as she gazes down at me without shame.
“Ever meet a woman scorned, Ash? I will rip hair out.”
A chuckle escapes my throat at the slight possessiveness coursing through her veins. “Baby has claws, huh?”
“Take me home, and I’ll run them down your back.”
My cock lurches in earnest to that promise, but there’s no way I’m making it to her house without fucking her here first. Especially when that shirt that claims her is on.
