Quarterback Sneak (Red Zone Rivals #3)(69)

My breath hitched in my throat as she leaned forward, wrapping me in one hand and smoothing her palm up to my tip before she ran it down to the base. She squeezed with just the right pressure, months of fucking giving her the exact combination to make me groan for her. She smiled when I did, and then she brought my tip to her tongue.

And she looked up at me.

I watched in real time as well as on my phone, the image mirrored, her dark eyes heavy and heated as she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock.

“Fucking Christ, Julep,” I cursed, so turned on I could barely see straight as she flicked the tip of her tongue over me.

I had trouble keeping the phone steady, the camera angled right as she swirled her tongue again, this time sealing her lips over me and diving down until they met where her hand gripped my base.

I saw stars as the sensation rocked through me, and when I moaned, her nipples peaked more. It turned her on just as much as it did me, her on her knees, my cock in her mouth, her eyes locked up on the lens as I recorded her.

“You’re a naughty fucking girl,” I husked as she bobbed up and then back down, taking more of me inside her this time.

“I’ve been so bad,” she agreed with a little whimper of a moan, and then she slicked me again, squeezing her hand in time with her mouth to create the most beautiful, torturous pleasure. She bobbed up, down, again and again, picking up her speed until she released me with a pop and looked up at me while her slobber-covered hand pumped me. “I think I need to be punished.”

I slid my free hand into her hair, guiding her mouth to me again, and then I slammed into her mouth, making her gag.

She moaned even as the reflex took over, that sound enough to tell me that she wanted more. So, I rocked in again, holding her there this time until her eyes watered and she gagged once more. I let her pull back, groaning when I saw the saliva that dripped from her mouth. I ran my thumb over where it slicked her bottom lip.

“Up,” I demanded.

She stood immediately, and I knew she was on track to kiss me, but just like she had on the bed — I stopped her. I whipped her around, hand splaying the top of her back as I bent her over until her hands caught the mattress.

With one hand still holding my phone as it recorded, I ran the other down her back, over the shiny red strap of her thong, and along the plump swell of her ass. She waved it side to side a bit, like she loved the feel of my palm rubbing against it.

Then, I lifted my palm and brought it back down quick and hard, the smack of the hit ringing out in my room.

She gasped, back arching and ass poking out asking for more.

“It’s not punishment if you like it,” I mused, and I spanked her again, this time earning myself the sweetest moan of pleasure.

“Yes,” she begged.

I smoothed the red skin before smacking it again, and she moaned even louder.

Too loud.

I stilled, leaving her long enough to cross back to my door and lock it just in case. Then, I set my phone down, stripped off the rest of my clothes and walked back over to her with the camera still running.

“Quiet, baby,” I cooed as I bent over her, phone in one hand while the other slid down over her ass. I kissed her shoulder as I maneuvered a finger around her thong and pressed it deep inside her. She gasped and arched right into the touch. “Those moans are for me only.”

I stood then, taking my heat with me as I grabbed her thong in my free hand and ripped it over her ass, down her hips, dragging it roughly side by side until I had it around her ankles. Before she could even step out of the leg holes, I licked my hand and ran my wet palm over her, rubbing her clit and adding lubrication to her already dripping pussy.

She reached for me, pulling me to her and lining up my crown with her entrance. She pressed just the tip of me inside her before she released me on a moan, letting me take control. And I kept the camera rolling as I hooked my free hand in the crook of her hip and pulled her onto me, slicking myself with her, filling her all the way up in one brutal thrust.

We both moaned, and the camera shook in my hand as I withdrew and flexed in again. I didn’t know what was sweeter, the feel of her squeezing around my shaft, or the view of me disappearing inside her again and again, the image somehow even filthier on that screen shining up at me.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” I praised, running my palm over her ass as I withdrew. I spanked her, diving back in and reveling in the moan she set free when I did. “So fucking perfect.”

“I want to see,” she pleaded, and slowly, she began to take control of the thrusts, moving her hips back and forth, her pussy swallowing me as her ass bounced against my pelvis. “I want to see you release. I want you to fuck me hard until you paint me with your cum.”

I bit back the curse that automatically ripped from me at the filthy words, at how they sparked the flames licking down my spine. She picked up her pace then, fucking me wildly as I let her take control and kept all my focus on holding the godforsaken camera still and in focus.

She was so wet, so turned on, so free and chaotic as she took exactly what she wanted from me. And it was too fucking hot for me to retain any control. My body shook, eyes fluttering shut before I willed them open again and grunted as my climax caught.

I pulled out at the last second, stroking my throbbing cock as I busted all over her ass, the small of her back, watching her body writhe under me the entire time as she moaned and reveled in earning just what she’d asked for. It was fucking sensational, how she moved for me, the way the last bit of light cast her in a golden glow on the screen, how my cum painted her ass and pooled in the crevice of her spine.