Playing with the Prop: (Rugby erotic romance)(Strathstow Sharks) Read Online Free PDF

widening, she took him deeper and deeper. Too much of this would give her jaw ache, but for now, his swearing, and the jerk of his cock in her mouth made it all worth it.
    Pulling back, she kept the suction on his cock, only releasing it to flick her tongue over the head. She hummed in the back of her throat, and slid over him again, deeper this time. She did it again, and again, until his hand tightened almost to the point of pain in her hair and his hips started to move, to thrust forward each time she took him deep. Then, just to be wicked, she swirled her tongue around the sensitive head.
    He yelped, the sound somewhere between a growl and a bark, and pulled her off him and to her feet in a quick movement.
    “That’s it.”
    He covered her lips in a quick, hard kiss. No complaining about the fact she’d just had his cock in her mouth, instead he parted her lips and kissed her. Hard. Ruthless. A man who took what he wanted, when he wanted.
    She whimpered, the sound lost as he moved. Big hands covered her shoulders, sliding around to search for the zipper to her dress. His fingers met smooth fabric at the center of her back, and he broke away.
    “Crap, where is it?”
    She smiled, grateful for the chance to get her breath back and guided his hand to her side. He kissed the side of her neck and yanked the zipper, grumbling when it caught halfway and slid the rest of the way slower. The fabric gaped and the wash of colder air over her exposed skin made her shiver, but not as much as the brush of his hands as he pulled the dress this way and that, trying to figure out how to get it off her.
    “Fuck’s sake. Is this some kind of bloody test?” he demanded, lifting his head.
    She smiled, her soft chuckle of amusement catching his attention.
    “Oh, think its funny, do you?” He yanked her dress up around her waist and cupped her ass to drag her closer.
    Her breath escaped in a gasp at the feel of his strong fingers over her bared skin. His other hand joined the first in exploration, fingertips tracing the line between her buttock and her thigh. A finger from the other hand found the back of her panties and slid under it, twisting and curling the thin strip of satin.
    “Thongs,” he whispered. “I like thongs. Show me how to get the dress off you, or I’ll fuck you with it on.”
    Her breath caught, her lungs unable to process the air within them as the butterflies in her stomach went into overdrive.
    “J-just here…at the shoulder and neck.”
    She managed to get one of the fastenings undone, but his hand replaced hers. His strong fingers made light work of the complicated frog-closures, and the front of her dress fell away. He stepped back, his heated gaze sliding over her exposed body.
    Biting her lip didn’t provide the relief that she’d hoped for. She wasn’t tone and tanned, nor preened to perfection like most of the women who hung around the players regularly. She’d tried fake tan. Once. After she’d gone a funny color, she’d never bothered again. And her hair? Well, the best thing to say about that was the last time she’d been inside a hair salon for more than a quick trim was months ago.
    “You’re—”
    She held her breath, waiting for a compliment about her eyes, or some variant on “I love your personality.” Instead, he lifted his head and speared her with a gaze so hot that it could have powered a small sun.
    “Perfect. You’re absolutely perfect.”
    Her body melted at the words, uttered with such awe. Yet more shivers assaulted her as he stripped the dress from her shoulders with sure fingers. Amusement lurked in the back of her mind. Some cougar she’d turned out to be. Shouldn’t she be seducing him, rather than the other way around?
    “What’s so funny?” he murmured, bending to smooth her dress over her hips. His big hands almost encircled her waist. Every brush of his skin against hers left whispers of pleasure in their wake. Leaning closer, the wash of his breath over her