Page 33 of Home Town Advantage (Fourth Quarter Fever #1)

Part of me wants this orgasm to come quickly, but part of me wants to take my time to enjoy the ride. I love seeing how turned on this is making him. I can smell how aroused he is.

His lips and tongue now work my clit while he slams two then three fingers inside of me. Deep inside of me. I’ve never felt anything so aggressive. I fucking love it. I’m already close to coming apart, and it’s been just a few minutes.

I turn my head around and catch a glimpse of his dick. It’s twitching and leaking onto his stomach. The sheer size is so overtly masculine. Everything about him oozes brute strength. I’ve never considered a dick to be “hot” before but, hell, his is so…erotic.

Another shot of precum spurts from his tip, and that’s it for me. I yell out his name at a volume I’m not sure I knew I was capable of. I’m surprised the cabin doesn’t crumble with the magnitude of this orgasm. My body shakes and writhes. I wonder if I’ve suffocated him.

As my vision slowly returns, I turn my head back to his face. I gushed all over him. All over him.

Panting, I manage to breathe, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened.”

He has a huge grin as his head pops up from between my legs. Maybe the biggest grin I’ve ever seen from the rarely smiling Vance McCaffrey. “What happened is that you got McCaffed.”

I can’t help but let out a laugh. I walked right into that one.

Easily sliding down his body, I lick all around his face. He lets out a moan. “Do you like the taste of your pussy on my face, baby?”

I shiver at his words. Vance McCaffrey just called me baby.

“I love how much you like your own juices. Maybe you’ll lick them off my dick when we’re done. Would you like that? Do you want to suck your come off my cock?”

Holy shit. Vance McCaffrey is dirty, and I’m here for it. All I can do is nod. I want that. Desperately.

Our eyes meet. His are burning with desire. I have no doubt mine are too. “Are you ready for me, Gully Sulley?”

I nod. “Give me your best, Vile Vance.”

I lift up onto my knees and bring the python’s head to my opening. He grabs hold of it with me. “Circle it. Ease him in slowly.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s not a car backing into a spot. It’s a monster dick trying to fit into an opening not made for a monster dick.”

He smirks as he wiggles his eyebrows up and down. I love this playful side of him. Most people don’t get to see it.

I take a few deep breaths and begin to take him. My heart is thumping so hard in my chest I wonder if he can hear it.

He grabs my hips and moves me in a circular motion, paying close attention to where our bodies are slowly joining as one. His thumb begins rubbing my clit. That’s how big his hands are. He can grip my hips and rub my clit at the same time.

It takes a few minutes, but I finally get him all the way in. I’m guessing I’m now forever ruined for all other men. I’m completely still. Afraid to move. There’s a new and wonderful sensation spreading all over every inch of me.

My body begins to tremble. I’m not sure if it’s the fullness or the emotional magnitude of the moment. Perhaps it’s both, but it’s completely out of my control.

He lifts himself into a seated position and wraps his arms around me. Kissing up my neck, he whispers, “You did it, good girl. Now buckle up and enjoy the ride.”

I smile as his tongue licks and then bites my nipple. I yell out from the unexpected pain, but he quickly sucks my nipple into his mouth in a soothing manner.

I grind my hips, and he groans before licking up my neck and finding my mouth. His tongue sweeps through me while his hands move to my hips again and begin to lift me up.

Just before I feel like his tip might emerge, he slams me back down. I suck in a breath. “Oh god, I can’t. I can’t take you.”

He growls, “You can, and you will.”

My head falls forward, and I bite the area between his neck and shoulder. I think his cocks swells even more when I do. Does he like a little pain with his pleasure?

I grab onto his hair and pull it harder than I ever have before. His head is forced to jerk back, and I think it’s some sort of starting pistol for him. He goes feral, immediately flipping me onto my back with him still inside me.

His hips swivel a few times before he withdraws and then slams back into me. Over and over again. There are noises coming out of my mouth that I don’t recognize. I have no idea what they are, and I can’t seem to control them. I think I might be speaking French…and I don’t know French.

His muscular body is so damn tight as it begins to slicken with perspiration. He’s dominant male perfection at its finest. It’s a sight I will never forget until the day I die.

“Can you feel how fucking hard you make me?”

Yeah, buddy. Feeling you isn’t the problem here. I’m feeling all of you. Every long, wide, thick, veiny inch.

I continue pulling his hair. It only serves to incite him to fuck me harder and harder. A sane woman would consider releasing his hair, but Vance McCaffrey makes this particular woman insane. Insane with lust.

He bites my lower lip and stretches it as far as it can go. I then bite his back. Hard. A deep grumble erupts from his chest.

This is off the charts fucking hot. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. I didn’t expect Vance to be like this. He’s a machine. This has far exceeded every fantasy I’ve ever had.

My hands move down the hard planes of his back, but as soon as they reach his ass, he mumbles, “Hair. Back in my hair.”

Yep, he likes his hair pulled. I wonder if that’s why he’s worn it long for the past six years, so women can pull it.

He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder.

Just when I thought he couldn’t possibly get any deeper, he does.

There’s no holding back now. I scream until my throat is dry as I detonate into a million tiny pieces.

There are stars covering my vision. No, it’s more than stars. I can see an entire galaxy.

“Ah, fuck. You’re squeezing me. It’s too good.”

He thrusts into me three long, hard times before grunting into his own release, filling me with his warmth.

As soon as he finishes, he rolls us over so I’m on top. He kisses me so damn softly and tenderly that it threatens to break me. It’s such a contrast to the animalistic fucking we just did.

We kiss for minutes on end. It’s like he can’t get enough of the closeness. His softened cock remains inside me. I feel it start to slip out, but he grabs it and slides it back in. My body shivers at the intimate move.

Thinking of his dick covered in our collective releases, I’m reminded of our conversation before this started.

I pull my lips away and kiss my way down his slick body as his dick slips out again. I hate losing it, but I’ve got other plans. His sweat is an enhanced version of his scent, and I wish I could bottle it. Bathe in it. Drink it.

My lips are on his stomach while my hands run down over his muscular thighs.

They’re hard and defined. I need to take a picture so I can look at his body whenever I want.

He was in a charity calendar one year early in his career.

All professional football players in various states of undress.

He was wearing only his uniform pants, which were tight around his thick legs.

Let’s just say it was February of that particular year for at least two or three years on my bedroom wall.

My fingers find their way to his cock, curling around his thick base. I lick from the base all the way up to the remaining come still oozing from his tip. It’s a combination of his come and mine. I could feast on this forever.

I lick every inch of him until I’m sure he’s clean. By the time I’m done, he’s hard again.

My eyes meet his as he asks, “How do we taste?”

I smile with a mouth full of his cock and mumble, “So good.”

“I want to taste it too.”

He pulls me up as if I weigh nothing and smashes his mouth to mine. Our tongues duel for supremacy as he licks around my mouth.

Eventually we pull apart, and my head rests in the crook of his neck. I continue to inhale him as my breathing begins to normalize .

His fingers aimlessly run all over my back. “I didn’t wear a condom. I’m sorry.”

“Oh god. I didn’t even think about that either. Are you?—”

“I’m clean. It’s been a while for me. And I’ve never not used a condom in my life.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. “Me too. I have an IUD.”

Even with condom use and an IUD, I got tested as soon as I got back from Italy.

Who knows what that cheating bastard could have given me.

I’m so glad I never gave in to his requests for no condom.

I never even entertained it, yet here I am with Vance, and I didn’t even think about it.

I find myself wondering if it’s a trust thing.