Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(168)

Lying down on the place he sleeps every day somehow energizes me, and I  summon the hidden reserves of energy inside of me. I roll to the side  and then, lying flat on my stomach, I push myself up. Now on all fours, I  start wiggling my ass as an invitation.

"Tired already?" I throw the question he asked me before right back at  him, and a wild grin dances on his lips. He comes up to me, hooks his  fingers on my thighs, and then pulls me to the edge of the bed. Still  standing, he angles his cock down and thrusts at once, resting both his  hands on my ass cheeks. Without even waiting for him, I start to thrust  my ass back, igniting the movement of both our bodies. Soon enough, the  sound of flesh on flesh, my cheeks slapping his thighs, fills his whole  bedroom. I add high-pitched moans of pleasure to the chorus, a symphony  of lust and desire silencing my rational side. Right now I'm a creature  living on pure instinct. And it feels amazing …  It feels liberating.

"Fuck me …  as hard as you can," I tell him, looking back at him over my  shoulder. His reply is a simple grin, but that's enough for me. He  starts upping his pace until my eyes start rolling in their orbits. For a  moment, I stop seeing and hearing; my brain just refuses to keep on  working and surrenders to the unstoppable avalanche of pleasure that  crashes against it.

My pussy tightens up around Danny's shaft and I just explode. I let out a  scream loud enough to shatter glass and it feels like wasps are buzzing  under my taut muscles. That burning sensation becomes almost  unbearable, and it almost feels as if I'm really on fire.

At the same time, I feel his cock pulsing violently and I realize that  he's close. Gritting my teeth, I push my ass back against him, forcing  his cock to go as deep as possible; with that, his cock throbs again,  this time even more violently, and I moan as I feel him cumming inside  of me.

With his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, I hold still as he  unleashes a torrent of cum inside of me. His warm fluids fill me up to  the brim, and I sigh loudly as I feel juices starting to drip down my  legs.

"Fuck," he groans, slowly pulling back. I look back over my shoulder,  thinking that he's done, but I'm wrong; he starts stroking himself,  thick ropes of semen flying straight onto my back and crisscrossing over  my skin. I let him cover my body with his seed and only when he's done  do I allow myself to collapse on the bed. Falling with my stomach down  on the mattress, I let out a tired sigh.

What in the world just happened? I thought Danny was a man, not a god …   But the way he handles himself and his cock tells me otherwise. He has  the assets, and he has the skills. It doesn't matter if he's inside the  field or inside the bedroom; the man is a born killer. It's almost weird  to think back to how charming he was back in the restaurant. Judging by  the way he fucked me, you'd say he'd be more at ease among a pack of  Vikings than in an upscale restaurant.

"That was amazing," he whispers, lying down by my side. I open my eyes  just to look at him, and there's an easy smile on his lips. He looks  handsome right now, his short hair plastered to his head from all the  sweat covering his body. He really took it seriously when I told him to  fuck me as hard as he could.

"It was way more than amazing," I whisper back at him, making the effort  to bridge the distance between our mouths just to feel his lips once  more.

We stay like that for what seems like an eternity, just looking into  each other's eyes. There's an afterglow to both of us and, by God, I  don't think I've ever felt this good-and happy-ever before.

Danny Manning, the man who came crashing into my life. Literally.





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Danny





Fuck, why the hell am I sore? I think to myself as the morning sun  tumbles inside the room, making its way past the curtains and hitting me  straight in the face. I sit up on the bed, kicking the sheets back, and  I start smelling something  …  Eggs. What the hell?

Fiona, her name lights up in my mind like a neon sign, and the memories  of last night flood me all at once. No wonder I'm sore today; I really  gave it my all with her. It's kinda ironic, really. I usually don't wake  up this sore after a tough game. Bruised and battered, sure, but not  sore. That girl really is something else  …

I even showered with her; can you believe that? Yeah, shampooed her hair  and shit like that. And it felt fucking amazing. I have a feeling that  if I keep her around much longer that stuff like that is going to happen  more often. Fuck, I hope I don't end up like these idiots.

I swing my legs out of the bed and go up to my feet, stretching. My back  pops as I do it, like it does every morning, and I walk out of the room  only in my boxer briefs. I head downstairs, following the smell of  scrambled eggs and fried bacon, and Fiona doesn't even notice me coming  up behind her.

She's standing in the kitchen, barefoot and wearing only her thong and  my button-up shirt from last night. On her, it looks more like a dress  than a shirt.

"‘G'morning," I say, resting my hands on her hips and pressing my body  against hers. I lay one kiss on her neck and she turns to me with an  easy smile.         

     



 

"G'morning," she repeats with a purr, leaning in and softly brushing her  lips against mine. Just tasting her mouth is enough for my cock to come  back to life, and she notices it right away. "What's this?" she asks  me, sliding one hand down my stomach and curling her fingers around my  growing shaft.

"No idea, ma'am."

"Concealed carry? You gotta have a license for that, Mr. Manning," she  teases me, tightening her fingers around my cock. Fuck, I've been awake  for only a few minutes and I'm already dying to be inside of her again.  Every time I spend a night with a woman I usually kick them out the  moment I wake up.

"I don't have a license. But I can take my gun out, if that's what you  want," I tell her, pulling her into me and pressing my lips on hers.

"Maybe," she whispers, but then my toaster goes off with a ding! New  item on my to-do list: throw that toaster out the window. "But breakfast  first."

"You can be my breakfast," I say, helping her take the bacon out of the frying pan and placing it on the plate with the eggs.

"I think your coach would kill me if you left home with an empty  stomach," she laughs, sitting on the stools by the side of the counter. I  sit across her, taking a distracted bite out of a piece of toast as my  eyes wander to her breasts. The shirt she has on is too big for her and  the top buttons are undone, so I have a nice view of the upper curves of  her breasts. I have no idea how I'm going to eat with her looking like  this in front of me.

"You know, this is the first time I'm having breakfast like this," I say, having no idea about why I'm telling her this.

"And by ‘like this' you mean … ?"

"I usually don't hang around women after fucking them," I tell her  bluntly. Sometimes it's better to not be a pussy and just call things by  their names.

"Uh, I'll take it as a good sign the fact that you still haven't kicked  me out," she says with a soft smile. Somehow she knows I won't do that.  Fuck, just look at her; what a change. When she got to the restaurant  yesterday she was so nervous I actually thought she might pass out; and  now here she is, having breakfast in my kitchen as if she owns the  place. She's a box full of surprises, that's for sure.

"I might change my mind, you know," I shoot back at her, but she remains  unfazed. She thinks she has me hooked, and fuck, I think I really am  hooked.

"That'd be a shame. Last night was really great," she takes a bite out  of her toast, acting so casually it almost seems like she has guys like  me banging on her door. I mean, she deserves it, but I seriously doubt  there are enough real men to go around.

"It was," I agree, thinking back to how amazing it felt to have her  naked body pressed against mine. "And I can't wait to repeat it."

"Well, if you want more of me, you better win your next game." What's  this? Is she bribing me with sex? I like this; I like a lot. We're  playing the Chicago Pounders next Sunday and, after what Fiona just  said, they don't have a chance. They're to be steamrolled, even if I  have to do it just by myself.

"You have a deal," I tell her with a smile. Standing up, I go around the  counter and grab her by the hand; I pull her into me, and the moment  she's in my arms I just pick her up from the floor.

"I guess that deal can be delayed for a couple more hours," she says, still smiling.

"I was thinking the same," I reply, carrying her toward the stairs. I  make the climb toward the upper floor and there I go straight for my  bedroom. Once inside, I close the door with my feet and then lay Fiona  down on the bed, my lips locked on hers.

I don't know exactly what it is about her, but I'm starting to think that I don't want to let go of her.