Hook Up (A Bad Boy Sports Romance) by Bella Love-Wins Read Free Book Online Page B

couldn’t stop myself from grinding on his cock, which was so hard already, all I could think of was ripping off our clothes and sitting on it. I didn’t do that. I pulled off my shirt, slowly unclasping my bra and letting it fall off the side of the bed while he smiled and took in the show.
    “Mmmm. You have got one gorgeous body, woman. My hands want to touch every square inch of you, my mouth is salivating to taste you, and fuck, even my dick can’t decide whether to bury itself inside your tight sweet pussy or get your pouty pink lips wrapped around it. You’re like sensory overload, little darling. You’ve got me like a kid in a candy store.”
    I might not have thought I was that great-looking, but seeing the way Chris looked at me, I knew that wasn’t just a line he was feeding me, and it wasn’t lust. It was somewhere between admiration and marvel, and this man meant every word. I honestly didn’t think a guy could sweet-talk me into an orgasm…until now. Because shit, did he ever bring out the wildcat in me. He had me burning up. I took a second to look him over and then decided I wanted to do that with his clothes off this time. Reaching down, I pushed up the hem of his t-shirt and lifted it over his head and arms.
    Jesus, Joseph and Mary. His muscles were sculpted and bulging perfectly everywhere. And his face was divine with that strong jawline, those piercing hazel eyes, and all that thick hair I wanted to run my hands through. I slid my hands up his abs and chest, then down again so I could strip him of his jeans and underwear.
    “You’re tempting fate, little lady,” he groaned out the warning as I undid his belt buckle and lowered his zipper.
    My hands reached around underneath him, and he lifted his hips enough for me to drag his jeans and boxers down. I think I hissed when his cock sprang free. Holy crap, I had all of that inside me last night? Good God, it was a miracle I wasn’t sore as fuck right now. That was one hell of a big cock. My head floated forward to it before I could think. He growled low when my lips licked around the head then took him in my mouth. He tasted like that spicy citrus I’d smelled on him back at the bar, mixed in with his masculine scent. I could probably do this the rest of the night. That was the predominant thought in my head as I lowered my head and took more of his shaft in my mouth, then lifting up again, watching him as his eyes rolled back into his head from pure pleasure.
    His hands made it into my hair, which was still pretty wet from the shower. He guided me up and down his steely length for a few strokes, giving me an idea of the pace he liked while his hips lifted off the bed.
    “Yes. That’s it,” he groaned.
    Thank goodness he had some self-control. He was enjoying the heck out of my work, but I didn’t want him to come just yet. I needed to feel him inside me again. As if reading my mind, Chris tightened his hold in my hair and pulled me up. His hands went under my armpits and picked me up, and soon he was the one on top of me, stripping my tights and panties down my body, then sitting back and admiring some more.
    “Damn,” he muttered, running one hand down my stomach until he had a finger on my throbbing clit.
    I sucked in a ragged breath and he parted my legs, thrumming against my sensitive spot. I couldn’t wait another second, not even one. I begged him to come inside me. I even said please. That made half of a smile climb up one side of his face.
    “Only because you asked nicely, honey.”
    Chris got off the bed and went to his duffel bag, returning with a box of condoms. He opened one, rolling it up with expert prowess before parting my legs wider and getting in between them. His hands reached around to my ass when he positioned himself. He pressed his cock against my opening, squeezing my ass cheeks while he eased his way inside of me. I could probably have cried out from the sheer sensation of him entering me. It was pain and