Extra Stuffing: BWWM Romance Novel Excerpt

Chapter 1

New York City

"I want to fuck you."

His gruff, husky voice weaseled its way across my neck and into my ears. My pussy throbbed. I couldn't believe I was here again. Ten years after college and here we were again in each other's arms. Except this time things were different. Trust me. Peter Roman clutched my hips and pressed me against the wall. I giggled as my back smacked against the drywall and I submitted my weight to his powerful grasp.

"Easy cowboy."

I giggled, always light in Peter's arms.

"Just take those fuckin' panties off," He growled.

I couldn't say no. I eased out of my panties, giving Peter access to what he wanted.

"I've missed that beautiful pussy of yours," He muttered as he rolled a condom on his cock.

I imagined for an NFL player, that was quite the compliment. Yes, ten years later, Peter Roman wasn't just my college ex-boyfriend he was a starting quarterback for the New York Giants. He'd grown a lot since then, in so many ways. There was part of him that had stayed exactly the same and at that moment, that was the only part of him I cared about.

Peter hoisted me up against the wall again and tilted my neck to the side so he could graze his tongue along the length of it and press his lips to mine. He'd become a much better kisser over the years. He smelled different now too. He'd ditched his cheap Axe body spray for Armani cologne. His scent drove thrills down my spine. I felt Peter's hardness pressing against my wetness. I gasped as he began to slide into me... and I slid back into 2007.

Memories of ecstasy flooded me. This part had never been bad between us.

His cock pushing past my entrance forced my tightness to stretch. Making love to him always felt sinful, like a betrayal of my common sense. (This time, it really might have been.) I moaned as his full nine inches thrust my pussy lips apart, sending pleasure shooting through my body.

"Ohhhh," I cried out.

"Easy babe," He moaned.

Peter thrust one last time hard into me. I gripped his back and he began pumping into me furiously. Our loud banging against the wall meant all his other house mates (you know, New York Giants) could probably hear every last whimper and moan. With Peter's thick cock plunging between my folds, I couldn't bring myself to care. I moaned as I climaxed. No one's home anyways. Right? My eyes rolled far back into my head. Black spots in front my lids threatened my consciousness. Peter pumped into me a few more times until I climaxed again. My thighs shuddered. I pressed my heels into his buttocks, securing him closer.

Then we were done with the wall. I wrapped my lithe legs around him and squeezed tightly as he moved my slight frame from against the wall of his large, Tribeca bedroom to his king-sized bed. Peter and his teammates might have had to share an apartment in the city but trust me, this was not the type of apartment sharing that goes on between broke post-graduates.

As my head touched the pillow of Peter's bed, he wasted no time before plunging into me again. I couldn't even appreciate the down pillows or the cozy firmness of the mattress. Maybe that was for the best. Peter thrust into me deep. I cried out and arched my back to meet his ardent thrusts. He pushed my hair out of my face and planted a long kiss on my lips as his hardness penetrated my damp cavern and forced me into another climax.

"Cum for me baby, cum all over my big dick," He grunted.

I exploded, juices leaking from my wetness as Peter continued to slide between my hot folds. I dug my nails into his back as I quivered beneath him. I ran my hands through Peter's hair again. From college, his hair hadn't thinned at all; his blond strands were just as thick as I remembered. He kissed me again and whispered into my ears. The sound ticked the hairs on my neck.