Twisted Collide: The new sports romance in the Redville Saints series
Twisted Collide: Chapter 39

A groan escapes her mouth as I place a kiss on her upper thigh. She twists and turns, raising her pussy in the air, begging me to taste her.

I will, but all in good time.

The need to take her to the point of desperation is too strong to reward her right away.

The torture I’m doling out should be illegal. My lips dip, and her fingers grab my hair.

“Please,” she begs again, and I smile against her skin.

I trail my tongue back up, drawing a line until I reach her pussy. She shudders when I make contact.

“Please what?” I ask against her damp skin.

“You know what I want.”

My tongue skates over her clit, and she quivers again.

“Fuck you with my mouth or my dick?”

“Both,” she moans. “But . . . one at a time. I don’t want you injured.”

I laugh, drunk with desire for this woman. “Good answer.”

I close my mouth around her clit, my tongue circling it. The sounds coming from Josephine very well might be the most beautiful sounds I have ever heard.

I continue to eat her out, sucking harder and licking faster. Soon, I can feel her body tightening. She’s so close.

I flick her clit again, and this time, it sends her over the edge, her hands tightening in my hair and pulling to the point of pain.

As she slowly comes down from her high, I move to a standing position, lifting my shirt over my head, then unzipping my pants and kicking them across the room.

Once I’m fully naked, I step up to the bed again.

“Get on your hands and knees. Ass up,” I tell her, stroking my dick from root to tip.

She happily obliges, her body shaking as she waits for me to fuck her.

From this angle, I’ll be able to see it all. Watching my dick inside her is my new obsession, and I can’t wait. I line myself up and thrust inside, filling her to the brim with my cock.

Her breath comes out in a rush of air once I’m fully seated inside her, and I don’t miss how her body clenches around me. It takes everything inside me not to come right now. Instead, I take a deep inhale and hold steady, willing my body to calm down.

“More. Move,” she groans.

With my head tipped down, I grip her ass and pull her cheeks apart; then I watch as I slowly pull my now glistening dick out.

She squirms and moans, and then I slam back in.

“So good.”

I retract and then thrust.

Fucking her harder, I drive into her with everything I have. She cries out with pleasure as her orgasm hits her hard. As she shivers around me, I feel myself careening over the edge, then collapsing forward, bringing Josephine with me.

It takes some time for us both to come back from our post-orgasm high. Josephine flops to the right side of my bed, her blond locks fanning across my pillow. I stare at her for a minute, watching as her eyes flutter shut.

She looks peaceful.

I continue to observe her, and as I do, so many questions I wish I knew the answers to rush through my brain.

The need to replace out everything about her has me perplexed. Since when have I ever cared to know a woman’s backstory before? But with Josephine, I can’t get enough. I want to know what haunts her because I know that something is going on. I watch the way she is with her father, and I wish she would confide in me. Real rich coming from me. I don’t even confide in Molly. Nope, my secrets will go with me to the grave, yet despite the hypocrisy, I want to know everything about my little hellfire.

A part of me wants to ask Robert, but I know I can’t.

The spot beside Josephine in my bed beckons me to join her. Pulling the duvet up, I cover her body before I slip under the covers and place a soft kiss on her forehead. She curls up beside me the moment I do, most likely sharing my warmth.

Having her here feels right.

With an inhale of my breath, I allow myself to relax. Tomorrow is the season’s first game, so I need my rest.

Josephine’s soft breathing lulls me to sleep, and I welcome the calm she brings me.