Page 131 of All This Time

This man—this professional athlete with strength that rivals most men—is about to come apart at the seams and I’ve never felt more powerful.

Me. Laney Hart.

I think I might come from this experience too.

I release his balls and move my hand to my clit as I continue to pull him in and out of my mouth.

“Goddamn. Yes, baby. Touch that clit. Make yourself come as I come down your throat.”

With a few more passes of my mouth and hand, Fletcher and I break at the same time. I moan around his cock as my orgasm slams into me and his cum hits my tongue. His hand fists in my hair, holding me still as he empties himself in my mouth, and when the last drop leaves his cock, I swallow as he pulls me up from the floor and crushes his mouth to mine.

“You just fucking ruined me,” he mumbles against my lips, spinning me around and pressing me against the wall, reaching between my legs to find me dripping. “Fuck, you enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe out. “But I want more.”

“Oh, I’m going to give it to you.” Fletcher quickly washes us both and then dries me off. “Get on the bed on your hands and knees. Ass up, head down.”

His commands make my entire body heat up and sparks of electricity travel down to the tips of my toes. I do exactly as he says, waiting in my position in the middle of the bed, growing needier for him with each passing second.

I feel him enter the room before I see him.

“Fuck, I wish you could see yourself right now—ass in the air, pussy wet and glistening, begging for my cock.”

“Fletcher…” I gasp. “Fuck me, please.”

His knees hit the bed. A beat later, I feel the hot swipe of his tongue along my slit before he flicks it lower, teasing my asshole. My breath catches as heat flares between my legs.

“God, I want to ruin you,” he practically growls.

“Then give me your cock, Fletcher. Please…”

He rubs my ass before smacking it gently. “Fuck, hearing you beg…it’s making me even harder.”

“Show me,” I plead. “Own me, Fletcher.”

He crawls onto the bed fully now, leaning over my back so his lips can meet my neck. “You already own me, Laney.”

He teases my opening with his cock, pushing just an inch inside. “God, yes…” But then he pulls right back out. “No…”

“Patience, baby.” He smacks my ass again. “You’ll get my cock when I’m ready to give it to you.”

“I’m ready now,” I whine, growing wetter the longer he leaves me here in this position, knowing he’s right behind me, so close and yet denying us both what we want. He leans down and bites my shoulder blade, making me gasp. Growing more frustrated by the second, I reach down between my legs and start playing with my clit. I only get a few strokes in before he grabs both of my wrists and pins my hands behind me.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”

“God, Fletcher. Please. I’m trembling.”

With one hand holding my wrists behind my back and the other gripping my hips, he says, “Good. Then you’re ready.”

And then he slams into me.

“Fuck!” I scream as he pounds into me hard and fast, smacking my ass with his free hand. “God, yes. More.”

“I will never get enough of this, angel. Fuck, you should see the way this pussy takes me. So fucking wet, so greedy, so tight.”

I scream each time he bottoms out and then he wraps both of his hands around my wrists and pulls me up from the bed so my back hits his chest. His legs widen beneath me as he continues to pound into me. Reaching around my waist now with one hand, he finds my clit and rubs it softly. “Come all over my cock, Laney. Fucking soak the sheets.”

“Fletcher!” I scream before my orgasm rips through my body. A few seconds later he finds his release, spilling every drop of his cum inside me.