Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
I ducked us past the entrance to the bar and into the hallway as quickly as possible, but I was sure we were seen. I didn’t care. The code of the boys in the locker room meant they would never say a word, and it wasn’t like any of the girls would know who she was. Her identity was safe, as well as her reputation. I just needed to get us to the room. Then all hell could break loose.
We reached the door with laughter bubbling up between us and nearly at a sprint. Mallory had removed her heels as soon as we were in the hallway, and her red painted toes dug into the lush, full carpet of the hall as we made it to the end of the long path and to my door. I reached into my pocket to grab the key and fumbled with it until it slid into the hole and the green light went up. With a grin, I pushed the handle down, and the door swung wide open.
“Oh, wow,” she said as she stepped inside.
It was the Presidential suite, a perk of being the ace of staff going into a division rival game. I got the best room in the hotel. A wide, long, floor-to-ceiling window looked out over the Bronx, spanning three rooms, all of them lavishly furnished. A bedroom to the left had a double king-sized bed and a bathroom with an ornate tub, the living room littered with couches and chairs and the second room to the right an office with a desk that looked like the Resolute. It was a love letter to decadence and lavishness, a Kardashian approach to wealth with a gaudy golden veneer and chic black-and-white contrast.
She turned to me in the center of the room, her top teeth biting down on her bottom lip and her eyelashes batting furiously. She reached behind her, and I watched as the dress loosened. I shut the door behind me just in time for it to fall away, exposing her tight, curvy body, perky nipples looking delectable and lacy black panties daring me to remove them.
I crossed the distance between us and took her roughly into my arms, eliciting a giggle and a scream as I carried her to the bedroom. There would be time enough in round two to try out the furniture of the living room and office, but for this, our first moments, I wanted her in the bed. As I’d always dreamed of her being.
In silken sheets like she deserved.
Laying her down on the edge of the bed, I stood up and began to undo my shirt. She snapped to her knees, brushing my hands away and angling up to kiss me again. I met her mouth with my own and let my arms go limp as she unbuttoned me, yanking the tail of the shirt out of my pants and then pushing it off my shoulders. The cotton undershirt was no match for her eagerness as she yanked at it too, and as one shirt pooled to the floor, the other came over my head and was summarily tossed away.
Her breath was hot and fell heavy on my chest and neck as she kissed my exposed skin. Her hands were already moving down my chest, fingers trailing as she reached my belt and my zipper. I tried to help her, but again, she pushed my hands away, and I grinned. She was as eager for this as I was.
She unbuckled my pants and yanked them down over my hips. The slight relief of them being down let my cock expand a little, but the boxer-briefs still held it at bay. Mallory looked up at me with eyes brimming with unbridled passion, curiosity, and carnal desire. She yanked at the waistband, and my cock sprang out, long and thick and throbbing. She squealed in delight and wrapped one hand around the base. Her eyes still focused on me, she lowered herself to sit on the edge of the bed between my thighs.
Her tongue, wet and warm, slid along the bottom of my staff, from base to head, and swirled. I groaned with pleasure that came from years of fantasy coming to reality. She stroked me and took the tip into her mouth, and I let one hand slide behind her head, threading it through her hair. She needed no guidance, though. She seemed to already know how to please me.
Mallory closed her eyes and took me deep into her throat, covering my cock with her tongue and letting her other hand rise to massage my balls. I nearly came already, the ecstasy of so many years of waiting almost too much. But she pulled back slowly, stroking me just behind the touch of her lips and rotating her wrist near the edge.