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Allie

M y hands are on his hips, and I trace my lips from the base of his cock to the tip, flickering my tongue all over the edge before pulling him into my mouth.

His hands are in my hair, and he groans deeply as he lifts his hips, hitting the back of my throat. Lifting my gaze, I look up at him to keep from gagging.

My thong is soaked, and I want to show off for him. I want to give him everything he wants. I love it when he groans my name. I love that he’s looking at me like he doesn’t believe I’m here with his dick in my mouth.

I’m his first. He’s my first. We’re like twisted, perverted virgins, and two very willing parties.

Holding his waist I bob my head faster as I feel him thickening in my mouth. His head presses back, and he moans deeply. He threads his fingers in my hair, chanting my name like he can’t get enough.

I’m on the edge myself. One touch and I’ll come apart for him. This gorgeous man, this man I’ve watched be so stern with his arms crossed, his jaw set. This man who loves my son and treats him like his own. This man, who thinks I’m beautiful and praises me with so much affection.

I want to be his good girl. I want to make up for the shitty woman who didn’t know what she had.

“Stop,” he groans, lifting my face and moving to stand.

“What?” I gasp, my brow furrowing.

He lifts me to my feet then into his arms. “Come with me.”

We’re moving fast down the hall to his bedroom. He tosses me onto the bed, and I squirm to rise onto my elbows in time to see him standing there, wet cock fully erect, gorgeous muscles in his chest heaving, six-pack abs flexing with every breath as he looks down on me with hooded, hungry blue eyes.

Reaching for my waist, he quickly removes my thong. “Spread your legs.”

My legs part at once, and he wraps muscled forearms around my thighs, dragging me to the edge of the mattress. At once, his mouth covers my pussy, and I fall back with a cry.

“Jack…” Thrusting my fingers in his thick hair, I can barely breathe his name for the energy surging through my pelvis.

He slides his tongue over me with a firm stroke before centering on my clit and circling. It only takes a few passes before all the pent-up desire explodes through my veins.

I scream his name as my thighs quiver madly. My stomach muscles pull, and I rise off the mattress with a moan. The intensity of pleasure surging through my body blanks my mind. I can’t stop fluttering, and he smiles, still holding my legs in his hands.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” His voice is ragged, and his lips shine with my come.

Reaching down with one hand, he lines himself up with my core before leaning forward to slam fully into me. A loud cry jumps from my throat, which he matches with a guttural moan.

“Fuck me, Allie, this feels so good.” His face drops, and he presses warm kisses to my neck, my chest, and up to my lips again. “It’s been so long. ”

“It has…” I’ve lost the ability to form sentences. “So long…”

“Oh, God, I can’t stop.” His hips move faster.

He’s thrusting violently, and it’s so good, I try to grab his ass to urge him on. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been fucked, and I know it was never this good.

I want to feel him all the way to my soul. I want to feel him every time I move tomorrow. I scoot closer, squeezing my body to try and hold him.

I’m too wet. He’s too feverish. We’re lost in a deluge of need, finally set free.

“Jesus, you’re like a glove.” He groans, and he drives five, six more times before holding, bowing over me, pulsing deep in my clenching core.

My leg slips from his grasp, and his hand slaps the mattress beside me. Every muscle in his gorgeous body flexes, and he groans, coming hard and long. I reach for him, wanting his body next to mine.

Releasing my other leg, he wraps his arm around my waist, hauling me higher into the bed while never losing contact.

We shudder and breathe together, coming down from that monumental high. One large palm smooths my hair off my face. I’m cradled in his arms, firm against his body. Sweat is slick between us, and I can’t believe it.

Did I manifest this? After years of dreaming and hoping and wishing, I’m holding Jack Bradford in my arms. He fucked me hard and fast, and it was more incredible and mind-blowing than I ever expected.

Our breathing slowly returns to normal. He kisses my neck, sliding his thumb over my cheekbone gently.

“You’re perfect.” His voice is so rich. “I’m a fool for waiting this long.”

I only smile, cuddling closer into his chest, wondering how any woman could turn him away. At the same time, I’m so glad she did.

“Hang on.” He kisses my shoulder before leaving the bed .

A few moments pass, and he returns with a warm washcloth, cleaning both of us before helping me beneath the covers.

“You don’t need this.” My bra is gone, and he slides a hand up to my bare breast, moving his thumb over my hardened nipple. “So beautiful.”

Leaning down, he kisses and bites the soft mound. He gives it a hard suck before moving to the other one and doing the same.

“You’re going to make me horny again,” I tease.

His eyes never leave my breasts, and he lifts them in his hands, squeezing and kneading. “I fully plan to fuck you again tonight. Probably a few more times.”

I exhale a happy noise. “I can’t wait.”

Dawn lights the edge of the horizon, and my body is completely relaxed and thoroughly used. The rich, bittersweet scent of coffee meets my nose, and I blink slowly as a warm hand smooths my hair off my cheek.

Soft lips touch my brow, and I’m surrounded by the scents of sandalwood and leather. It tingles in my stomach, and I can’t stop the smile splitting across my cheeks.

Rolling onto my side, I cover my face with my hand, squeezing my eyes tighter. “Don’t—I’m having the most amazing dream. The man I’m obsessed with just fucked my brains out all night.” Parting my fingers, I grin at him. “Oh… it’s you.”

A deep chuckle curls my toes. “I have to get you home before everyone finds out you slept here.”

Lowering my hand, I look up at him sitting beside me on the bed. His dark hair is pushed back from his face, and a light scruff is on his square jaw. Full lips part over straight white teeth, and heart-stopping blue eyes hold mine.

I push slowly to sitting, feeling the delicious ache of how many times we fucked deep in my core. It was at least three more times after the first one. Back, front, back again…

Holding the linen sheet over my bare breasts, my eyes stay on the mug of coffee in his hand. “I still feel you inside me.”

He reaches for my chin, leaning forward as if he’ll kiss me, but I dodge. “Nooo—morning breath!”

“Allie.” He slants his eyes at me, and I take the coffee from him, quickly sipping.

“It’s all so perfect.” I shake my head as I drink more of the warm, hot beverage. “Don’t spoil it.”

He laughs, taking the mug out of my hands and setting it on the nightstand. Then he grabs my waist and hauls me onto his lap.

“Look at me.”

Pushing my hair back, I meet his playfully stern eyes, and my stomach flips. “Mm-hmm?”

I can’t truly be expected to form sentences when he’s so close and so gorgeous.

“Nothing could spoil what we shared.” He leans forward to kiss the side of my neck, right under my ear. “We’re only getting started.”

Energy flows down my back, and I reach out to hold his cheek. Then I kiss him briefly on the mouth before leaning back again.

“Still, I’d like to keep some allure.”

“You have no idea how alluring you are to me.”

Crawling off his lap, I look around for my underwear. I find my bra, but my thong is nowhere to be seen.

“What happened to my thong?” I glance up, and a sheepish grin is on his lips. “Did you steal my underwear?”

He stands, going to the dresser and opening a drawer. “Wear this.”

A light blue jersey is in his hands, and I hold it up to inspect the bright red number 18 on the back under Bradford . On the front, the word Mustangs is written in script above the number, and a small bucking horse is beside it.

I swallow the tiny squeal trying to escape my throat, clearing it away as I very calmly state the obvious. “It’s your football jersey.”

“Yep.” He walks to the bathroom, and I study his narrow waist and tight ass in those faded jeans.

My bra is on, and I pull the soft cotton over my head so fast. “I hope you don’t think you’re ever getting it back.”

He returns from the bathroom, and that dimple in his cheek deepens with his grin. “Who said I wanted it back? See if these fit.”

I take a pair of maroon cotton boxers. “Where did these come from?”

I happen to know from last night he looks very sexy in his boxer briefs.

“I think I bought them by mistake when Kimmie was a baby. I was barely sleeping in those days.”

I try to picture him as a single dad with a baby girl, doing his best to take care of her. I know from the stories he came back here soon after Danielle left, when Kimmie was still very small, and Dylan helped him with her.

“I’ll just be keeping these as well.”

“Be my guest. They’ve never been worn.”

I’m pretty sure my feet don’t touch the ground as I float beside him into the living room. My clothes are folded neatly on the back of a chair, and my shoes are beside it.

“Need these?” He holds up my glasses, and I take them, parking them on top of my head.

“Not too much. My prescription isn’t very strong.”

“I know. I checked.”

“Did you try on my glasses?” I snort a laugh.

“I just held them up. Come with me.” Clasping my hand, he walks me to the door, hesitating to peek out of the curtains. “It’s still early enough. We should be okay. ”

Still holding my hand, we walk out to his truck. “If I’m your dirty little secret, you’re not trying very hard to hide me.”

He stops, pressing my back to the passenger’s door. “Maybe I’m not.”

Leaning forward, he seals his mouth over mine, but I stop short of full-on tongue-kissing him. “When I’ve brushed my teeth.”

A hint of annoyance flashes in his eyes, and his voice lowers. “If I want to kiss you, I will.”