He’s so thick that I’ll never be able to take all of him, even if I try—and over the last few months, I have tried. On the rare occasion that I wake up before him, I like to wake him up slowly. Rubbing my cheek against his cock, licking softly around the head, watching him grow harder and harder in his sleep until he can’t take it anymore, and pins me to the bed and takes me. This is no exception.
Jon loves my mouth, but he loves being inside me even more. I can count on one hand the number of times he’s finished between my lips. Looking up, our gazes lock and I can see that his eyes are filled with lust. His hand wraps in my hair, suddenly taking control, and I let him. This fantasy is both for him and for me.
I close my eyes, surrendering to the movement of his hips and his hold on me. Tonight I am his victory prize, and he can take me however he likes. He curses low under his breath, thrusting deep one more time before tearing himself out of my mouth.
He has me on my feet and off them again in a second, lifting me and pinning me against the lockers behind me. Cool metal sends shivers across my skin, and Jon curses again when he reaches between my legs and finds that he doesn’t have to push anything out of the way. I’m already open for him and soaking wet, and he takes advantage sinking deep into me with one thrust.
My cry echoes off the tiles of the locker room. I’m not ready and I’m so ready all at once. This is exactly how I wanted him when I imagined this. He’s practically glowing with his triumph, and that same unleashed power is what he uses on me.
We’ve fucked hard before, but it’s never felt like this. Jon slams into me deep and hard, rattling the lockers behind me and driving us both to moan. It’s a frenzy. Chasing pleasure like it’s the thing that’s going to keep us both alive. And at this point, I honestly think that it might be.
Fingers fall between us and he touches me, using my clit to drive me higher and faster. He knows exactly how to do it, having used every spare second that we have to memorize my body and the way that it responds to him. And it still does exactly like it did on the night that we first met. Somehow, he knows how to make my body sing.
Jon drives his cock home, and I fall into a shattering climax, not bothering to keep myself quiet. I scream for him, beg him to give me more, and he does, fucking me frantically until he finds his own release and joins me in pleasure.
Liquid heat spreads as he buries himself deep and holds himself there, cock jerking as he shudders with pleasure.
“Holy shit, Sadie,” he says, letting his head fall against my shoulder. “Why haven’t we done that before?”
I manage to smile as he lets me slide back to my own feet, even though I’m still trying to catch my breath. “I told you that it would be good,” I say.
“Maybe I should tell Jeremy to push the conference thirty minutes every time.”
“If it’s a fight that I can be at,” I say, “I’m more than happy to be your trophy.”
He chuckles. “I think I might like that better than the belt. This kind of prize is a hell of a lot more fun. But I’ll make sure to be prepared next time.”
“Don’t,” I tell him. “I like it when it’s just you.”
He searches my face. “Even if…”
“Even if I get pregnant,” I say. “I want that. With you.”
The smile on Jon’s face is brighter than every light in the tv studio combined. He kisses me hard, pinning me against the lockers again, cock already hardening against my hip. “Let’s do it again.”
“You need to shower,” I say, laughing. “Or Jeremy is going to walk in on this.”
“It might be worth it.”
I brush my fingers across his lips. “As soon as we get home you can have your wicked way with me. And I took the next couple of days off. So you’ll have plenty of time.”
“That sounds perfect,” he says. “Though I still think we could fit one more in before the press conference.”
Playfully, I push him away. “Do I need to drag you into the shower?”
“Maybe.” He’s grinning.
“I’ll make you a deal. We’ll save that for next time.”
One more bush of his lips on mine. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“I know you will,” I say, laughing. “Now get your ass in that shower.”
He goes, but not before turning back and looking at me for a long moment. “I love you—”
“So fucking much,” I finish his favorite phrase for him. We’re lost in each other’s smiles for a moment before he goes, and I can’t help but think that I got so fucking lucky.
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