“Who’s winning now?”
“Pretty sure, it’s still me,” she pants out as she thrusts her chest into my hands.
I jackknife up until my mouth is close enough to bite her nipple through the lace. In response, she grinds down on my erection. Oh yeah, we’re both winning.
I reach around and unfasten her bra before flinging the lace across the room. My mouth returns to devouring her breast. While my teeth play with the silky smooth skin, my hand massages her other breast.
Suddenly, I lose her. She rolls off me and lays on her back as she pushes her jeans and underwear down her legs.
“In a hurry?” I ask.
“You’re the one with the monster erection.”
“Monster? Why, thank you.”
She slaps my bare chest. “Don’t get conceited. I saw an even bigger penis today.”
The words are barely out of her mouth before I’m crawling on top of her to cage her in. “Whose penis did you see?”
“I don’t know.”
I growl. “You don’t know? How can you not know?”
“Bryan wouldn’t tell us who it belonged to. All I know is it wasn’t his.”
“What are you talking about?”
She giggles. “Paint and sip class. Bryan painted a huge penis. The balls were incredibly symmetrical.”
I thrust my hard length against her. “Are you saying my balls are uneven?”
“I don’t know. I think I need to do further research first.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Get rid of your pants and we can begin.”
I grin as I roll to my back to discard my pajama bottoms. They’re still around my ankles when Ash attacks. She leaps on top of me and starts rubbing her slit over my hard length. I clench my jaw to stop myself from grabbing her hips and sliding in.
“Shit. Ash. This is going to be over before it can begin if you don’t stop.”
She stills. “Are you telling me Rowan the football god has a problem with premature ejaculation?”
I dig my fingers into her hips. “I think you know by now I don’t have a problem with premature anything,” I grumble.
She cocks a brow. “Oh yeah? Let’s prove it.”
Before I can respond, she fists my cock and hovers her core above it. She pauses for a second to wink at me before slamming herself down on me.
I groan and my fingers tighten on her hips. “You’re killing me, dream girl.”
“Ah, but what a way to go.” She lifts up before gliding back down on my cock.
My balls feel heavy and there’s already a tingle in my spine. Holy hell. The woman is seriously going to be the death of me.
“Slow down,” I demand.
“Make me,” she moans as she tightens her inner muscles around my cock.
“You asked for it,” I growl before I lift her off my cock. I punch my hips up as I slam her down.
She gasps before demanding, “Do it again.”