Forever Blake (Once Upon a Player Book 3) by Elena Matthews (free books to read .TXT) 📗

“Blake,” she breathlessly pants before a loud moan expels from her mouth, her fingernails scraping along my shoulders. “I need you. God, I need you.”

“You have me,” I say with a thrust that leaves us both gasping for air.

I groan as I go even faster, never once slowing my hips. She’s bouncing so hard off my dick, meeting me for every thrust, that her tit falls out of her bikini top. Never once slowing my stride, I grip her bare breast, pinching her nipple between my index finger and thumb.

Ever cries out, biting against her lip, “Fuck, I’m close…”

“I know, baby. Me too,” I grit out, beginning to feel my balls tighten.

Her breath becomes rapid, almost like a mantra of silent moans as she succumbs to the pleasure rocketing through her body.

“Blake,” she whimpers before her eyes drift closed. As she tilts her head back, a husky scream leaves her lips. “Blake, I’m…I’m coming!”

Her pussy begins to throb around my cock, and the way she squeezes me like a goddamn vise sends me over the edge. My hips go faster, harder, as I chase my own climax, needing it more than my next breath. I have to grip hold of Ever’s thighs to keep myself upright as I come inside her, my sight blurring before I slam my eyes shut, pumping into Ever’s pulsating pussy until she takes in every last drop.

I’m breathing hard as I open my eyes again, and I feel Ever trembling against me, tears in her eyes, her chest rising up and down as she struggles to catch her own breath.

“Ever, what’s wrong?” I manage to say, bringing a hand up to her flushed cheek.

“I d-don’t k-know,” she stammers out while tracing her hands down my chest. “I just…it’s never been like that before. Like…” She takes a stuttering gasp before inhaling deep and then exhaling back out slowly. “God, I’m not supposed to be a crying mess after you just rocked my world.”

I chuckle as I pull out of her and bring my shorts back over my hips. “Hey,” I begin softly, “it’s okay. Come here.”

I open my arms, and her head falls onto my chest as she wraps her arms around my body.

“I get it. I get why you’re feeling overwhelmed. It’s never been like that for me either,” I speak into her hair, which smells just like the Fourth of July. It’s an aroma I can only describe as a hint of chlorine, coconut suntan lotion, and a little sulfur from the fireworks and sparklers.

She tilts her head to look up at me. “Is that the first time you’ve ever said I love you?”

“If you mean the first time I said I love you to you, then yes. If you mean the first time I told another girl I loved her”—I pause for dramatic effect, and I can literally feel her tense against me—“then yes. You are my first and hopefully my last,” I tell her wholeheartedly.

Her eyes twinkle against the darkness, a smile forming on her pretty lips as her muscles visibly relax. “That was kind of mean, Mr. Jensen,” she quips.

I let out a quiet laugh. “I know. I’m sorry.”

I shiver as she presses a kiss along my pec, just below my nipple. “God, I was always lucky if a guy could give me an orgasm. I never anticipated you sending me to the moon and back.”

My chest vibrates with laughter. “Yeah, it was intense…though if you could, keep the talk of other guys to a minimum. I can’t stand the thought of their hands on you.”

Ever pulls back slightly. “Wow, I never pegged you as the jealous type.”

I shake my head. “Neither did I…until I fell in love with you.” It’s so weird, saying that, that I’m in love with her…but I’ve never known anything truer than my love for her.

“Now, I will just about chop off any man’s hands that ever touch you, especially here…” I trail a finger along the side of her breast. “And here.” I drag my hand down to her pussy and caress her wetness with my finger. A moan escapes from her throat, her eyes fluttering closed. “In fact, I don’t even want another guy getting a whiff of you. You’re fucking mine…”

“Say it again.”

“What, that I’ll chop off any man’s hands that ever touch you?”

“No. That I’m yours.”

I lean closer, my lips near hers, as I caress my hands up and down her back. “Reagan Everly Sullivan, you are fucking mine, every inch of you, and I don’t care who knows it.”

“What, even my dad?”

“Even your dad. I mean, I don’t want to give him a coronary by telling him tonight, but on Monday, I will tell him straight that I’ve fallen head over heels for his daughter and that I’m so pussy-whipped over you that I’m a goner.”

She lets out a breathless giggle. “Maybe leave the pussy-whipped bit out, but are you sure?”

“Yes, I’ve never been surer of anything.”

“Okay, but I want us to tell him together. He might be less likely to commit a felony if I’m there with you.”

I let out a subdued laugh.

“What a great way of putting me at ease.”

“Sorry.” She smirks. “Hey, who knows? Maybe he won’t have a problem with us being together.”

I hum with displeasure. “Yeah, and I can squirt milk out of my nipples.”

She glances down at my said nipples, sucking her lip in with amusement. “Yeah, you have a point.”

We grow silent, and I bring her back into my arms. We stay like that, wrapped up in each other’s warmth for a while.

“I’ve no idea how we’re supposed to make this work, especially next month, when you’re here and I’m at Harvard,” she whispers against the skin of my shoulder.

I stroke a hand through her wavy beach hair. Ever heading to Harvard is something I’ve been dreading, but that was when I thought we had no future. Now that I know there is a