Read Online Hard Tackle: A Bad Boy Sports Romance by Jessica Ashe - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Jessica Ashe
Ads: Link
you get from beautiful women. You’re bound to get tempted by one of them.
“I’m not a child. I’ve seen the messages you send, and I can replicate them. I just think it’s a good idea to add a bit of the human element to them. Yours can be a little… sterile.”
He was right. My tweets all read like press releases. Besides, if he wrote them himself, I could at least tell Leona that I was taking a hands off approach as she’d asked.
“Okay,” I replied. “You can send the tweets. But promise me you’ll behave.”
“I’d behave a lot better if you helped me relieve the stress. You’re not really going to wait until two weeks are up before begging me for cock, are you?”
“I’m not begging you for cock ever,” I replied.
My eyes glanced down at the bulge between his legs as I said the word ‘cock.’ I’d been thinking about it more and more lately. Tasha kept putting ideas into my head, and now I found myself seriously considering ‘having some fun’ with Barton.
“I’ve been thinking about your lips a lot lately,” Barton said softly.
“That’s nice.”
I glanced at his cock again. Would I even be able to fit it in my mouth? So far, I’d deep-throated every guy I’d ever sucked, but that was a list of two people, and while I was no expert on cock size, it would have been generous to describe them as average.
“I’d like to see them wrapped around my dick.”
“I’m sure you would.”
I licked my lips subconsciously, but Barton saw me and smiled one of those knowing grins.
“You think about it too,” Barton said. He moved up closer and put an arm around me, with the other hand resting on my thigh. I didn’t encourage him, but I didn’t push him away either. “Where do I come? In my fantasies, I come in your mouth, but I’m a big fan of splashing my load over your tits as well. You have any preference?”
“No,” I replied quietly. “I don’t want you coming anywhere on me.” The lie didn’t sound even remotely convincing.
“What about inside you? When was the last time a guy came inside that tight pussy of yours?” Never . “I want to pump so much inside you, it spills out and dribbles down your thighs.”
I gasped, as his fingers moved further up my thighs. My panties had to be soaked through now. Would a wet patch show on jeans?
If he kissed me now, he would have me. I wouldn’t be able to resist. My body felt completely unable to fight. All the strength had gone from it, as if I my mind were in someone else’s body and I couldn’t exhibit any control.
Once again, I looked towards his cock. Now it was hard and fighting to get out of his pants.
I want you to beg me for sex .
All I had to do was drop to my knees and open his pants. It would be mine. He would be mine.
“That’s all for you,” Barton said, following my gaze. “Just claim it.”
This wasn’t right. This wasn’t me. I didn’t ‘claim’ cock. I wasn’t Tasha.
I’d only been in one sexual relationship, and it had hardly set my world on fire. I had plenty of vibrators that could do more for me than my ex had ever done.
I didn’t need Barton. I certainly didn’t need the angst that would follow after he’d had his fun with me and moved on to the next lucky lady.
No, I couldn’t do this. Being like Tasha might be fun, but it wasn’t me.
“You should leave,” I said firmly, grabbing his hand and pulling it off my leg. “I’m not feeling too well.”
“Want me to pop out and get you some aspirin?” Barton asked.
“No, I’ll be okay. I just need to lie down.”
I waited for a comment about lying down with me, but it never came.
“Text me if you need anything,” Barton said as I frantically ushered him out of the apartment.
I leaned back against the door and considered going after him. Just thirty minutes with him would make me feel so much better. But for how long?
At least my fingers and toys wouldn’t break my heart. I fled to my bedroom and dove under the
“I’m not a child. I’ve seen the messages you send, and I can replicate them. I just think it’s a good idea to add a bit of the human element to them. Yours can be a little… sterile.”
He was right. My tweets all read like press releases. Besides, if he wrote them himself, I could at least tell Leona that I was taking a hands off approach as she’d asked.
“Okay,” I replied. “You can send the tweets. But promise me you’ll behave.”
“I’d behave a lot better if you helped me relieve the stress. You’re not really going to wait until two weeks are up before begging me for cock, are you?”
“I’m not begging you for cock ever,” I replied.
My eyes glanced down at the bulge between his legs as I said the word ‘cock.’ I’d been thinking about it more and more lately. Tasha kept putting ideas into my head, and now I found myself seriously considering ‘having some fun’ with Barton.
“I’ve been thinking about your lips a lot lately,” Barton said softly.
“That’s nice.”
I glanced at his cock again. Would I even be able to fit it in my mouth? So far, I’d deep-throated every guy I’d ever sucked, but that was a list of two people, and while I was no expert on cock size, it would have been generous to describe them as average.
“I’d like to see them wrapped around my dick.”
“I’m sure you would.”
I licked my lips subconsciously, but Barton saw me and smiled one of those knowing grins.
“You think about it too,” Barton said. He moved up closer and put an arm around me, with the other hand resting on my thigh. I didn’t encourage him, but I didn’t push him away either. “Where do I come? In my fantasies, I come in your mouth, but I’m a big fan of splashing my load over your tits as well. You have any preference?”
“No,” I replied quietly. “I don’t want you coming anywhere on me.” The lie didn’t sound even remotely convincing.
“What about inside you? When was the last time a guy came inside that tight pussy of yours?” Never . “I want to pump so much inside you, it spills out and dribbles down your thighs.”
I gasped, as his fingers moved further up my thighs. My panties had to be soaked through now. Would a wet patch show on jeans?
If he kissed me now, he would have me. I wouldn’t be able to resist. My body felt completely unable to fight. All the strength had gone from it, as if I my mind were in someone else’s body and I couldn’t exhibit any control.
Once again, I looked towards his cock. Now it was hard and fighting to get out of his pants.
I want you to beg me for sex .
All I had to do was drop to my knees and open his pants. It would be mine. He would be mine.
“That’s all for you,” Barton said, following my gaze. “Just claim it.”
This wasn’t right. This wasn’t me. I didn’t ‘claim’ cock. I wasn’t Tasha.
I’d only been in one sexual relationship, and it had hardly set my world on fire. I had plenty of vibrators that could do more for me than my ex had ever done.
I didn’t need Barton. I certainly didn’t need the angst that would follow after he’d had his fun with me and moved on to the next lucky lady.
No, I couldn’t do this. Being like Tasha might be fun, but it wasn’t me.
“You should leave,” I said firmly, grabbing his hand and pulling it off my leg. “I’m not feeling too well.”
“Want me to pop out and get you some aspirin?” Barton asked.
“No, I’ll be okay. I just need to lie down.”
I waited for a comment about lying down with me, but it never came.
“Text me if you need anything,” Barton said as I frantically ushered him out of the apartment.
I leaned back against the door and considered going after him. Just thirty minutes with him would make me feel so much better. But for how long?
At least my fingers and toys wouldn’t break my heart. I fled to my bedroom and dove under the
Similar Books
