Authors: Mahalia Levey
He guided her
to the elevator with
a hand on her elbow,
then
dr
e
w her into his
side
. “No reason to be.” He slid his key in the
secured slot and
flipp
ed
it sideways.
The doors opened
. Sloan ushered her inside the tiny box, using the chance to touch her back as an advantage to skate his hand over the small of her back.
“What floor?” Briar asked.
“Penthouse.” Sloan
molded his palm over the globes of her ass.
He heard her moan and suppressed a smile, glad to know her nervousness hadn’t killed the attraction.
“Very nice. Do you always pick up women you don’t know?” She pressed her ass into his
grip
, playing into his hands,
slid
ing
her body against him for more physical contact.
Sloan appreciated how eas
il
y she responded to his touch. He stopped caressing her
ass
, a low chuckle leaving his lips
. “If I said yes, I’d be
a dick
. If I sa
id
no…you’d call me a liar, so let’s go with somewhere in between. I value my
privacy. I
enjoy women, and right now
,
I plan to taste every inch of your body.”
“Right now?” She squeaked
,
look
ing
up
.
He kissed the
nape of her neck
.
The camera bolted to the ceiling of the elevator
blipped as it pointed at
them.
“
You v
alue privacy
,
remember?”
The elevator bay doors opened up
and
h
is living room came into view. “Welcome to my home.” He clasped his hand
with
hers
,
linking their fingers together to give her the grand tour in record time.
“
Your home is
bigger than my gallery.”
Her laughter held a hint of
nerves making the lilt change.
“Why is everything still in boxes?”
“I just transferred
—
flew in
today. Now
…
there’s the dining room, the unstocked wet bar, kitchen.
”
He
walked her
around stacked boxes
drawing her down
the hallway
.
He pushed his
bedroom
door open.
“I’m impressed, but I’d be just as impressed if you had a hovel.” She
let go of his hand when they entered his room.
“Your décor is very masculine.”
“Did you expect feminine?”
Sloan
tapped her on the ass, copping a feel of her little jiggle
as he
s
tepped
in after
her, kicking the door shut behind him. He
gave her a wolfish grin
and began unbuttoning his shirt
with
slow
,
deft movements. Once unbuttoned
, the shirt open
,
he studied her with the intensity of a hawk studying its’ prey.
Her eyes drank in his physique.
“Why don’t we make you more comfortable?”
“Do you want me to strip for you?” Briar bit her bottom lip
and
jostled from foot to foot.
“Baby, I plan on peeling your clothes off layer by layer.” He honed in on the sudden intake of her breath and pressed
the subject
. “Tell me
,
do you like what you see?”
Years of working hard on and off the field gave him a sculpted body he wasn’t ashamed of.
“Yes.” Briar swallowed hard
. He took in the trembling of her fingers pressed to her lips.
“What about me
d
o you like?” He
advanced on her.
“Your arms are huge, abs are lickable, pec
s
are bunched
.
”
E
yes widened, she gravi
tated
forward
as if to touch him
, but
stopped just shy, a low soft moan left her lips.
Sloan slid his hand up her silk shirt and
re
moved the suspenders that rested on either side of her bountiful globes.
B
utton by button
,
the fabric
slipped
a
side to reveal the sexiest lavender and black lace bra known to man. Her breasts
were
pushed up, precariously close to spilling out. He cupped his hands around each
one
and groaned. “God
,
you’re beautiful.” His cock throbbed hot, expanded, pulsated behind his button-fly jeans. Her nipples hardened under his palm.
“They fit perfect
ly
in my hands
.
”
H
e bent his head and flicked
his
tongue over
her skin along the edge of the material
,
then
pursed his lips and blew a stream of air
.
“Don’t stop
.
”
“Oh, I don’t plan on stopping any time soon
.
” H
e
dipped a hand
in
to her trousers. The button gave quickly
, the soft fabric teased his fingertips, sliding down her legs.
He
moved
his attention
from
her breasts to lift her long legs
, admiring
her shoes. “Damn, perfect hips. I’m a hip and ass man.” He chuckled
,
lett
ing
his palms
roam
over her ass, marveling how perfectly the halves filled them.
His
mind boggled as his gaze
fell on her lavender thong. Just one rip and he’d have her bare skin.
Briar sighed.
“Ass and hips? I thought you were a breast man.”
“Hmm, definitely ass and hips.” He picked her up. “Wrap those long legs around me
.
”
“Where
are
you takin
’
me?”
“On a hard, fast trip
,
”
h
e
said with a
growl in her ear.
“Fast? Not too fast, I hope
.”
Briar sighed
again
when he lowered her onto his large bed.
“I’m a heavy hitter, not a minute man…” He reached over to his nightstand and took out a foil package.
“Hungry?” He took his sweet time to disrobe while watching her expression change from curiosity to
ravenous.
He
unfastened
each button, no boxer briefs lay beneath his jeans, just sprigs of coarse hair and his rock hard
cock.
“Starved
,
”
s
he replied in earnest.
Sloan adjusted his cock
before kicking
off
his jean
s
.
He tossed his shirt onto the chair next to his bed and
moved
between her legs.
“So much bounty here.” He ran his hands up her legs, reveling in the thickness of her thighs. “I bet your pussy lips are a sexy
dark
pink.
”
He nipped his way up her thigh
, paus
ing
at the apex of her pussy to press a long slow lick
. Wet heat met his tongue
.
G
roan
ing
,
he
finger
ed
the seam of her thon
g
,
and
slid inside, ripping the thin barrier apart
,
bearing
her
wet core
. Fat pussy lips
lay beneath
with an engorged clit
peeking
out
from her
plump folds. He parted her with his tongue and speared her sex.
“Sloan
!
” Briar slammed her sex into his face.
“Eag
e
r
,
are we?” He locked his biceps around her thighs and dug in. The sweet scent of her
cream
covered his face. Like a starved man, he teased and sucked on her clit
.
H
er
core
contracted around his
tongue,
legs tensed. He sucked every drop as she screamed.
Her tight pussy tasted good as
his tongue
continued to lick
her pulsating sheath
. He
moved his arms from her
thighs, slapped
her clit
,
and watched pleasure spike across her body.
“Come for me, again.”
H
e
wasn’t even
buried in her yet, and she writhed for him.