Free Romance: SCREWED (An Arranged Marriage to the NFL Bad Boy) (A New Adult Contemporary Athlete Sports Football Romance) by Bridget Lang Page B

him through the thick denim was making her wet, sending liquid heat straight to her core.
    She pushed him back lightly and dropped fluidly to her knees in front of him.
    Surely that must be a stranger kissing the head of his dick through his pants?
    She deftly unfastened his belt and pants. What had come over her? She wasn’t a prude, but parking lot quickies weren’t really her style either.
    She wasn’t about to stop this, though. Every nerve ending in her body screamed with her need to have him in her mouth. She freed his massive cock and as he watched her, she took him into her mouth, rocked forward and backward, up and down his length with her lips and tongue. Then he raised her again, turning her so she was facing his bike.
    “God that felt amazing baby,” he leaned over and whispered into her ear. “but I just might die if I don’t get inside you.”
    She let him bend her over, helping him by unfastening her jeans and shoving them down her hips to her knees. His fingers stretched her panties to the side. But, he didn’t enter her as she’d thought he would. Instead his warm, wet tongue found her slit from behind while nimble fingers gently massaged circles against her clit. Ooooh, he was good.
    He brought her to the brink, then held back. She writhed with need, her pussy throbbing with desire.
    “Don’t…. stop….,” she choked out.
    “I want to feel my cock inside your gorgeous pussy,” his voice was raspy and thick. He stood and thrust inside her hard, both hands were on her hips, pulling her back onto his cock again and again as he demanded that she meet him thrust for thrust. When he reached one hand up to pinch her sensitized nipples through her blouse, she felt an electric jolt zing through her from her nipple straight to her pussy. She orgasmed fast and hard unable to stop the needy cries that escaped her throat. He found his release seconds later, his cock pulsing jets of creamy fluid into her still twitching pussy.
    It wasn’t until afterward that reality came crashing back down around her. She almost couldn’t believe what she’d just done…
    Still, she couldn’t resist one last hot, lingering kiss.
    “Tell me your name.” His voice was gruff, sex roughened. She didn’t reply, instead choosing to hop on her bike and ride off into the night.
    It looked like he might be paying her tab after all…

Chapter Three
    Dean found his way to consciousness slowly, the blaring of his alarm clock an unwelcome guide back to the land of the living. The first thing he was aware of was a pounding in his head, a familiar remnant of a night spent in a bottle. As he reached over to stop the offensive resounding blare of his alarm the memory of the night before came crashing over him, bringing a smile to his lips and a shot of lust straight to his groin. He took a deep breath, remembering the vivacious curves of her body, the feel of her hot, soft lips…damn, the woman knew how to use those lips, and that tongue… Just the memory had him hot and ready for her again. He reached down, stroking the shaft of his erect cock thinking of her gorgeous bare ass, her scent on his tongue, and the way her pussy lips clung to his cock as has withdrew before plunging back into her silky depths. He brought himself quickly to release, but it was a poor substitute for the real thing.
    She hadn’t told him her name when he’d asked. For that he was grateful. She was one woman he might want to see again, and that kind of complication was the last thing he needed in his life- especially right now. One-night stands were all that he was cut out for.
    All that he would ever be cut out for.
    He rolled out of bed and stumbled to the shower. A steaming hot shower and a strong cup of coffee brought him back to life. Somewhat. He’d drunk quite a bit the night before. Most military men were no stranger to a hangover, and Dean had learned long ago to shrug them off and carry on. He would make it through the day, running on