Tackling Lauren by J.J. Marstead
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My brother’s best friend, Beckett… God, just the sound of his name sends shivers down my spine. He’s hot and he knows it.
And I want him.
But when a mistake I made comes back to bite me in the ass, will it cost me a chance at happiness? Or will Beckett finally be able to see me as more than just his best friend’s little sister?
My life couldn’t be any better. My dreams are coming true, with everything I could ever want at my fingertips. I get to play football and have my choice of any woman I desire. But my life gets turned upside down when my best friend Eric’s baby sister Lauren comes to stay with us for a month.
How will I be able to control myself around the eighteen-year-old if she can’t keep her hands to herself?
God, help me.
Give me strength that I’ll need to survive the month. I’m going to need it.
Now this is the perfect wake up call. A pair of lips wrapped around my cock, sucking nice and tight, the slurping sound of suction drifting around the room. God, I love my life. Endless amounts of pussy just fall right into my lap. Hell, I’m not going to fucking complain. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that I’m the best quarterback the league has, and I’m on a team that has won three Super Bowls. I fist the girl’s hair in my hands and groan, holding it tight, and start fucking her delicious mouth.
“Fuck,” I mutter, breathing roughly. She continues bobbing up and down my cock, her tongue working me over, before taking me fully into her mouth once more. I close my eyes and enjoy. What was her name again? Melinda? Rita? Hell, I can’t remember. Instead, the nickname I use for each girl I have a drunk night of passion with spills from my lips.
“Babe, I’m so damn close to losing it.” She looks up at me and grins. The blonde bombshell staring at me has my eyes go wide with panic. What in the actual fuck?
“Lauren?” I hiss at my best friend’s baby sister. “What the hell? What are you doing in here, in my room?” What the fuck is she thinking?
She bites her lip and blushes. “Umm…” I put my hand up and she shuts her mouth. I’m so fucking dead. Did I screw her last night, too? I try to think back, but my head starts pounding. Shit!
“What are you doing in here, Lauren? Please, tell me…we didn’t, umm…you know.” I sigh. My ass is so dead. Eric is going to murder me if he finds out what’s happening inside this room right now; his baby sister stroking my cock and sucking me like a fucking pro. I lean my head back and groan in frustration.
“Beckett… I…” she mumbles, not even able to finish her sentence. Jesus Christ, how old is she? Like, eighteen now, if I recall. Eric mentioned having her birthday party here at the house. Is that supposed to be tonight?
I shake my head, looking down at her. At her hand still wrapped around my cock. I grit my teeth when she applies more pressure.
“Let my dick go, Lauren. You wouldn’t know the first thing to do with it,” I semi-lie, because hell, she was just sucking me off like she knew damn well what she was doing. How the fuck does she know how to give a blow job? The idea of her being with other guys makes my insides twist. She looks up at me and her lip trembles. Oh, fuck no, don’t start crying. Jesus Christ, it’s too early for this shit.
“No, we didn’t sleep with each other. I just came in here to wake you up, saw a chance, and took it,” she whispers softly.
I shake my head. “What the hell you mean you ‘saw a chance and took it?’” I raise a brow at her. I knew she had a crush on me when she was younger but hell, girls and crushes change almost every week. I didn’t pay attention to it then, but apparently, I should have. If I had, she sure as shit wouldn’t be in my room right now, sucking my cock. I grab my hair and blow out a breath. This isn’t going to end well if Eric comes walking in.
She bites her lip nervously, looking everywhere but at me. “I’ve always had a crush on you…and I wanted you to be my first,” she mumbles.
My eyebrows reach my hairline while I stare at my best friend’s little sister. “Wait…what?” I stutter. Did I just hear her clearly? She wants me to fuck her, and not only that, take her virginity? I don’t think so. That is a line even I won’t cross, no matter how tempted I am right now.
J.J. Marstead lives in a quiet little town in Quebec, Canada.
She’s originally from a small Island in Canada called ‘Prince Edward Island’.
She loves to read and now she has taking up writing as a new adventure.
J.J. is married and they have a beautiful daughter. She’s a stay at home mom, so she has plenty of time to think of naughty things to write. She’ll have you breathing rough and wanting more.