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“Please touch me,” he begged in a pained voice that made me feel…powerful.
This beautiful god was desperate for me.
Me.
Olivia Jones. The fuck-up. The pariah.
That someone like him could want me…at least for a night…it was almost unbelievable.
Not that he knew any of that about me. I frowned at that reminder.
My gaze got caught on his arms though as he moved, all that delicious corded muscle.
I wanted to lick his forearms. Was that weird?
Ooop. And there it was. Peeking out from the top of his sweatpants like there was no way to contain it.
Holy dickhad been the right reaction.
Look, I’d seen dicks before. Kind of came with the performing thing. People just changed right in front of you. Or the parties at the mansion that got out of control where guys would whip them out. Or…don’t think about that.
Most of the time it had been a very unfortunate sighting.
But Walker’s dick…my pussy was aching just thinking of putting that beast inside me.
Ridged veins along its thick, silky looking length. It was a dusky color, the smooth, rounded head, broad and angry-looking. It was leaking copiously, a glistening, milky fluid I was suddenly starving for.
I hated giving head. Loathed it in fact.
But I was suddenly very interested in havinghimin my mouth.
“Now where was I?” Walker murmured roughly, not seeming to notice how entranced I was by his cock. He moved down my body until he was practically eye level with my slit, tracing my folds with just the tip of his finger. I gushed all over his hand, just from the slight touch, and he grinned at me wickedly.
“Please,” I called out, and now I was the one who was begging, desperate to have some part of him inside me. Finger, tongue, cock…just fucking give it to me. He watched me avidly as his thumb skated over my clit, another fingerfinallyslipping inside. I squirmed against the bed, my hips desperate for more friction because he was going so achingly slow.
Fast enough to torture me. But too slow to push me over the edge.
I’d already had two orgasms, but I’d decided that on my one night of freedom…I deserved to be a greedy girl.
“Please what,angel?Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you,” he teased with a low laugh.
Words were failing me at the moment though.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he pushed another finger in…and then another. A tear slid down my cheek at the feeling of fullness. Evidently, goalies had big hands because I was filled to the brim.
That gigantic cock of his wasdefinitelynot going to fit.
“Mmh, I guess we’ll see about that,” he growled as he suddenly withdrew his fingers. Guess I’d said that part out loud…whoops.
I was about to start crying over the extreme edging I was enduring until he slid his fingers into his mouth, the ones covered in my gleaming arousal. He watched me, the electric blue of his eyes holding me hostage as he sucked, licking his fingers like he had to make sure and get every…last…drop.
“I have one more thing to add to my list,” he mused as gave his finger one last lick.
“Huh?” I murmured, my brain not functioning on all cylinders because of how freaking turned on I was.
“My favorite flavor, I didn’t give you that before.”
This was a weird time to talk about flavors of ice cream, but I guess he couldn’t be perfect.
