“Still thinking, Princess?” he asks with a hum in his throat as he unhooks my bra, throwing it somewhere over his shoulder, and then bends down to drag my wet panties completely off.
“Yes, so you should really do something about that,” I sass back, but my voice comes out raw from the screaming I just did. He chuckles darkly, knowingly, then his large palms span my waist, and he tosses me onto the bed.
I land with a high pitched scream, my hair a pink cloud of messiness, and I shove it behind my ears as I playfully scowl at him.
“Oh, I’m going to. Now spread your legs wide for me, Princess, and don’t let go.” His voice sounds deeper than usual as he stares at me with a heated gaze, and I feel that in my pussy. I’m here for this.
He drags his boxer briefs down his hard thighs and places his knees onto the bed before crawling across the mattress in unhurried movements to me with shifting muscles that makes my core clench tight. Nerves flutter in my stomach at the sight of his hard as steel, big, and long cock… How the hell is that supposed to fit? I grip the sheets on either side of me and mentally chant ‘it’s going to be okay, Granger will give you everything you need.’ Once he’s fully covering me from head to toe, he leans on his elbows and cups my face tenderly.
“Kiss?” He puckers his lips, making me giggle and easing the tension through my body.
It’s become our teasing game ever since that night at his parents, when I pouted and asked for a kiss. Every time one of us does that, the other must immediately kiss them, no matter where we are—in public or not. It’s cheesy, but this big jock still does it for me, just to make me laugh. Tilting my head back, I lightly bite his plump bottom lip before drawing it in to suck on, then do it again, just to hear him groan in pleasure.
“How do you want to do this?” I ask him, sliding my lips back and forth over his smoothly.
“What do you mean? I’m pretty sure there’s only one way to do this. Well, unless you want me to take your fine as hell ass, then I’m definitely game.” I gasp and pull back quickly, but it’s to only see him smiling, holding back a chuckle. I smack his shoulder and giggle as he bites his lip.
“I meant to say I’m on the pill and clean. I’ve only done this once years ago…” My voice trails off as it occurs to me that I think I would be okay if we didn’t use protection. I really just want to feel him inside me completely bare.
But no ass play…yet. I don't know if I’d like that, but I bet he could talk me into it and still rock my world.
“Fucking hell, Princess, you’re trying to kill me,” he groans out loud, placing his forehead against mine. “I’m clean too. Coach makes us get a check-up once a month, and I’ve never gone without protection. But fuck, I want that more than anything. I do trust you,” he says softly, and shifts back to trail kisses down my neck until goosebumps cover my skin.
“Are you sure?” he whispers into my neck one more time, and at my nod, he pulls back to kiss me deeply.
He breaks the kiss after a while, placing small sucking kisses down my neck to my collarbone as I moan from the pleasure starting to take over. Sliding his tongue down, he swirls it around my hard nipple and sucks it into his hot mouth with his tongue flickering, causing sensations I feel down to my toes. A gasp leaves my mouth as waves of shock travel to my stomach and farther down, leaving me dripping wet, then he bites down enough to lightly sting my breast. Releasing me with a pop, he switches to my other nipple with the same attention, until I’m tossing my head back and forth, wanting more.
He reaches for my fist clenching the sheets, opening my palm with his and moving it to the back of his neck to hold onto as he climbs back up my body. Leaning up on his arms above me, I take my time to admire his body, exploring with my other hand and trailing it over the veins on his arms. When I reach his chest, my nails dig in for a second, and I watch his pupils dilate as his breathing picks up. Smoothing my hand down farther, I trace each hard chiseled ab line, following it down to the perfect V that leads to his big cock. Gathering courage, I squeeze my fist around him, or at least try to, because my fingers don’t touch as I stroke him. From tip to bottom, he’s hard but velvet soft, and that vein underneath grabs my attention as I trace it with my thumb.
“That feels fucking good,” he grunts out, his voice deeper when I arch my hips and rub his tip over my wet pussy lips.
His cock twitches in my hand, and he quickly grabs my waist in a tight hold while his other hand moves my hand away from his cock and places it above my head.
“I have to have you now, Kat,” he says in a desperate, wanting tone, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. He waits until I’m staring into his green gaze before lining himself up and slowly sinking into me.
My nails dig into his neck as the feeling of fullness washes over me, stretching and filling me more than I’ve ever been. Inch by inch, his cock slides in, my panting breath fanning his face as he
