CHANGING THE PLAYER: Charleston Pirates #1 Chance, Jacob (suggested reading .TXT) 📖

comes out like a needful grunt. My head goes to a weird place where he’s a caveman dragging me, his woman, around. Don’t judge me. It’s been a long dry spell.

“There.” I point to the door at the end of the hall.

Next thing I know, I’ve barely dropped on the bed and his mouth is on mine. He settles between my legs, his cock hitting my clit perfectly. My legs close around him and my hips reflexively raise to grind against his thick length.

His mouth releases mine as he backs up to kneel between my legs. “Too many fucking clothes,” he grumbles, pulling me to a sitting position. He tugs my fleece over my head, followed by my long sleeve shirt.

Kicking off my sneakers and socks, I remove my bra and lie back down on the bed.

“Christ, your tits are perfect.” He cups them in his large hands, gently squeezing before plucking my nipples into taut peaks. My fingers dip between us, undoing my pants, and he tugs them down my thighs, throwing them to the floor. Pausing, he studies me as I lie there in only my tiniest pair of panties. For some reason, I don’t feel self-conscious at all. Maybe it’s the reverence I see in his hungry stare, or maybe it’s that I’m older and wiser now and have no expectations beyond this night.

Hooking my thumbs in the lacy strings on each hip, I wiggle my panties down to my thighs before Flynn takes over. He yanks them to my feet and off in one fell swoop, and I know I’m in capable hands.

“Get naked, Shaughnessy. It’s your turn.” Stretching my arms above my head, I focus all my attention on him. He backs off the bed and tears his sweatshirt over his head. His t-shirt follows, and my enraptured gaze moves over his ripped torso. There’s not an ounce of fat on this man. He’s a living, breathing muscle.

Kicking off his shoes, he tugs his socks free and shucks his jeans. He pauses at the end of the bed, standing in his tight boxer briefs. As mouth watering as he looks, I want to see every inch of him.

“Don’t stop now. I’m ready for the big reveal,” I say. He grips my ankles, tugging me down to the end of the bed and taking me by surprise.

Oh damn. I liked that. Throw me around, big guy.

“Oh, you’ll get the big reveal when I’m done devouring your cunt.” He drops to his knees on the rug, draping my thighs over his shoulders.

“Yes.” I wiggle and moan in anticipation.

He clamps down on my thighs. “Hold still.” The tip of his tongue zeroes in on my clit, teasingly swiping and circling. The contact is so light, it’s maddening.

“More,” I beg, gripping his hair. He adds more pressure, repeatedly dragging his tongue back and forth over the swollen flesh. I try to move my hips, and his arms band down on my thighs. Parting my lips with his thumbs, he drags his tongue along my slit until he dips inside my entrance with a satisfied grunt.

“Fuck me, please,” I call out, tugging on his hair. As much as I love his mouth on me, it seems like I’ve been waiting forever to have him. He hooks two fingers inside me, curling and pumping them. “Oh,” I gasp. It might not be his big cock, but it feels incredible, especially when his tongue lashes my clit at the same time. With every pump of his fingers and flick of his tongue, my orgasm creeps closer. My legs start to tremble uncontrollably and I know I’m already gone. Back bowing off the bed, my release hits me like a pleasure-filled bolt of lightning, leaving me limp and whimpering.

“Jesus Christ. Making you come was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to do it again.”

“You can do whatever you want with me as long as I don’t have to move. I don’t think I’m capable of anything right now.”

He stands and shoves his boxer briefs to the floor. His thick cock leads as he climbs on the bed and settles between my legs. Wrapping his arms around me, he knee walks us farther up the bed, which I find to be another turn on I never knew I had. Being with Flynn is a little like being a virgin all over again. Everything feels new and exciting to me.

He claims my mouth in a scorching kiss, reviving my depleted energy in no time with his talented lips and tongue. I taste myself and I don’t even care. In fact, I like the reminder of where he just had his face buried.

His cock is like a burning hot brand nestled between the lips of my pussy, the tip resting on my mound. He slides the steel-like length back and forth before I feel the head prodding my entrance. My arms clutching him tighter, I wrap my legs around his hips, anticipation humming through every inch of my body.

He pushes inside of me, inch by agonizing inch, until he’s buried to the hilt. Oh my God. The feeling is indescribable. I don’t know what’s more surprising for me, the ecstasy his cock brings to my pussy or the overwhelming emotion filling my chest. I can pretend this is just sex, but my body and heart are telling me differently.

A throaty groan breaks free of his clenched teeth. Drawing his hips back, he moves slowly, thrusting into me once more. “You… feel... incredible.” His staggered whisper is rough sounding, like he’s struggling for control. Digging my heels into his ass, I encourage him to move faster.

Catching hold of my arms, he draws them from his neck, raising them above my head and slotting our fingers together. He lowers his chest and captures my lips in a brief but searing kiss.

Staring down into my eyes, he rocks into me over and over again. Each stroke grinds against my already sensitive clit in a way