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

to her chest and drag my fingers downward until I can feel the beat of her heart.

“I’m going to have some fun with these.”

A flash of pleasure twinkles in her eyes, and she lets out a breathless laugh. “Play away,” she whispers before rising her hips and dropping her pussy back down on my cock.

I grip her tits in the palms of my hands and pinch at her nipples as she rides my dick. I watch with heavy eyes at how incredible she looks, moving over me, her hair falling down her back, her eyes closed, her lips parted to allow a breathless moan to escape.

“Blake…God.” The way she rasps my name is such a turn-on that, on instinct, I begin to raise my hips, meeting her for every thrust.

It doesn’t take long until she reaches her peak again, and her hips drop down harder. Bending my neck, I latch my mouth onto her sweat-covered nipple and focus my attention on her fantastic breast, all the while never missing a beat in destroying her pussy.

“Fuck. Oh God, Blake…fuck yes! Oh God, yes!” Her moans turn almost inaudible as she reaches her climax, her fingers piercing my shoulder blades.

I hum against her breast as her pussy pulses against my cock, and my balls tingle as I begin to feel my own climax approach. Pulling my mouth away from her breast, I slam my lips onto hers, and we both become a hot, frenzied mess of sensual moans. I try to decipher if my racing heart’s going to burst out of my chest as I reach my climax. I come harder than I ever have as Ever’s pussy pulsates against my cock while she rides out her own orgasm.

I finish on a grunt, and Ever collapses on top of me, breathless laughter escaping her lips.

“Jesus,” is all she can manage.

I chuckle into her hair, my fingers tracing up and down her back. “You can say that again.”

After a few more seconds, she pulls back, and my cock jerks at the sight of smeared lipstick and black mascara streaked around her eyes. Most girls hate when their so-called perfection is ruined, but I love seeing the end result of pure animalistic sex. It’s so hot, especially on Ever. If a guy hasn’t smudged a chick’s makeup, then he’s not trying hard enough.

Bringing my hand up, I swipe my finger along her mascara before showing her the evidence. “It seems things got a little dirty. Maybe we should get cleaned up.”

Ever giggles. “I’m not sure there is much point if we’re just going to continue getting dirty tonight.”

Where has this girl been all my life?

“You do have a valid point, but the thought of cleaning you up, only to get you dirty again, turns me the fuck on.”

With a sexy smirk on her lips, she rises off me, stands to her feet, and holds out her hand. “What are you waiting for then? Show me the way.”

When I hit thirty-two, I always assumed the days of all-night fucking were long gone. Last night though, I felt ten years younger. I hadn’t felt that energized since my twenties, but Ever…fuck, she made me feel invincible. I couldn’t get enough of her. Even now, after only a few hours’ sleep, with Ever naked and asleep in my bed, my cock is raring to go. I resist the temptation and let Ever rest while I get up and head to the kitchen to make her breakfast.

Usually, I can’t wait to get my one-night stands out of my apartment, but with Ever, the last thing I want to do is say good-bye. Last night was one of the best nights of my life. I can’t even explain why Ever was unlike any other woman I have been with or begin to make sense of the feelings she evoked within me. There’s honestly no rhyme or reason. All I know is that I want to spend as much time as I can with this woman before she heads off to her busy life.

Twenty minutes later, I return to my bedroom with a tray of bagels with bacon and scrambled eggs along with a steaming hot latte with extra whipped cream—Ever mentioned it was her go-to coffee last night—and orange juice. I settle the tray down on the bed before sitting down beside her and gently stroke her hair.

“Ever,” I whisper, trying to rouse her from her sleep.

She lets out a cute moan as she stretches her arms out in front of her. I smile when her eyes finally flicker open a few seconds later.

“Morning, gorgeous.”

She reciprocates my smile. “Hmm, morning.”

“How’d you sleep?”

“Well, once you actually let me fall asleep last night, I slept like a damn baby.”

I chuckle as I lean in closer. “It wasn’t all my fault. If you weren’t so goddamn sexy, I wouldn’t have kept getting hard…and then we probably wouldn’t have ended up fucking until four a.m.”

She raises a brow, pouting those lips of hers. “What can I say? I’m irresistible.”

“That you are.”

I close the space between us and trace a kiss against the corner of her mouth. She swings her head to the right and captures my lips for a full-on kiss.

Pulling away a beat later, she says, “I can taste coffee. Where’s mine?”

Grabbing the tray, I set it in front of her. “It’s right here along with a couple of bagels.”

Ever leans up on her elbows and lets out a breathless laugh. “Wow, I didn’t peg you for the breakfast-in-bed kind of guy.”

“It seems I woke up in a very good mood this morning.”

“Well, it’s very sweet of you. Most one-night stands can’t wait to get me out of their apartment, let alone make me breakfast.”

I don’t admit to Ever that that’s usually what I do…but how can I tell her she’s unlike any other woman I’ve been with, especially since she made it clear that this would in fact be a one-night stand? Wanting to be with a woman more