The Player | SPORTS ROMANCE | 18+

Chapter 32

TITUS REYES

The moment we got into the room, I kicked the door shut behind me and threw her on the bed.

"Excuse the mess." I apologised even though my actions weren't the least bit apologetic. "I haven't had a chance to tidy up in here yet."

"No shit." Salvadora snickered, still bouncing on the bed slightly from when I had unceremoniously thrown her across the room. If I wasn't feeling so ravenous for her right now, I would almost feel bad for the manhandling. Almost.

"Now that we've got the formalities out of the way, take off your blouse. I need to see your tits." I demanded, my hands working frantically as I tried to unbuckle and unzip my pants.

Something dark flashed in her eyes at my command. I expected her to lash out at me for ordering her around, but I was pleasantly surprised – and so turned on – when she slowly began unbuttoning her shirt. Giving me a real show.

"Fuck, Sal." I groaned, palming my cock over my boxers with my jeans only halfway down my legs. "You're so fucking hot I don't know what to do with you."

"That's fine with me." Salvadora spared me a cheeky grin as she finally popped off the last button and pushed the satin material over her shoulders, leaving her in only a red lacy bra.

I squeezed my cock over my boxers at the erotic sight, and my mouth watered to get those beauties in my mouth. It salivated at the remembrance of how addictive and exquisite I knew she tasted.

Salvadora got a wicked glint in her eyes as she got off the bed and stalked over to me.

"Since you don't know what to do with me, why don't you let me start the fun?" She asked in a low, sultry voice, eliciting another groan out of me.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked in a low groan, staring at her from under dark hooded eyes as she pushed my hand out of the way and replaced it with her own.

The moment her fingers brushed against my cock, even with my boxers in the way, I rolled my head back and groaned lowly. She cupped my hard cock through my boxers and gave it a gentle, tantalising squeeze. Teasing me.

Nothing had ever felt so good before.

Nothing compared to this woman's touch. To the way she made me feel.

"What are you going to do with me, Sal?" I asked with a low rumble of my chest, having a hard time controlling myself around her when she touched me so sinfully and brazenly. Like she was desperate to touch me. Like she couldn't keep her hands to herself when she was around me.

"You talk too much." She complained.

Salvadora spared me an eye roll and pressed a finger against my lips to shut me up. My tongue couldn't resist poking out and wrapping around her finger, gently sucking on it, but all too quickly I moaned around it when she yanked down my boxers to free my cock. It sprang up, bobbing slightly before it settled with pointing directly at her.

Her finger slipped out of my mouth when she pushed me back. With my boxers and jeans still at my knees, I stumbled back until i sat on the bed. I barely had a moment to get a bearing on the situation before she dropped herself to her knees between my legs, pushing them further apart to make more room for her to do as she pleased.

"What are you doing?" I groaned when she brushed her thumb against my slit, rubbing the precum up the length of my cock.

"I never got to taste you properly the last two times. I think that's rather unfair." Salvadora murmured, her eyes in a daze as she stared at my cock and licked her lips like she was a woman starved and it was the first piece of food she had come across.