Dirty Player: A Rough Riders Novel by Stacey Lynn

Author:Stacey Lynn [Lynn, Stacey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stacey Lynn
Published: 2016-09-11T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter FIFTEEN

SHANNON

I pressed my hand to the headboard, the move keeping Oliver from pushing me toward the front of the bed. It had the added benefit of making me thrust back against him every time he pushed into me.

On his knees behind me, mine pressed together in between his thighs, the tightened space made his dick feel bigger. He’d woken me with his mouth all over my pussy, eating me like I was the breakfast he’d been starving for, before he flipped me over while I was still coming and pushed inside of me, already prepared with a condom like he’d taken his time getting ready before he ever began eating me.

When he was seated deep inside me, he pushed my legs closed, making me come again from the tight sensation.

“Come on, Shannon. Again.” I’d already come twice. Once the night before. I wasn’t sure I had another one in me.

I panted quietly, biting my tongue to keep from shouting out. “Oliver…please…”

His hand wrapped around my stomach and played with my clit, and his other hand curled around my shoulder. He had me completely restrained, completely held immobile for him except for the pressure I could put on his headboard.

I threw my head back as he thrust his hips against me fast, more powerfully. He didn’t stop until I was screaming all over again, gasping for breath as my eyelids slammed shut. My orgasm took me over the edge with a deep, slow burn that wasn’t any less powerful than it’d been earlier.

“Oliver.”

“Fucking hell.” He thrust into me, taking his hand off my clit and clamping it around my hip to hold me still while he chased his own orgasm, pumping into me with a precision and power I would think he’d reserve for the football field before he let loose his own groan. He pushed me forward so hard we both collapsed into the bed. His forehead rested against the back of my head and his groan made my scalp tingle. “Shannon, holy shit, honey.”

I trembled at the endearment that fell from his lips.

When he’d caught his breath he slowly pulled out, rolled me over, and pressed his lips to mine, ignoring the fact that I had always hated morning breath and sweat. “Good morning.”

“Mornin’,” I muttered against his lips.

He gave me a squeeze before he rolled off me and headed toward the bathroom. “When do you need to leave? Do you have to set up your booth this morning?”

I brushed my hair off my face, reality setting in. Based on the light from behind the closed curtains, I had to get moving. It was the second day of the street fair and yesterday had been crazy busy, bigger and better than anything I could have imagined.

Last night when I’d finished closing everything up, I’d met him at the hotel for dinner and ended up staying.

“Yeah.” I sighed and stretched my well-abused limbs. I had my hands above my head, pressing against the headboard and my body in a long, lean line when he walked out of the bathroom.

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