Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Oh yes. Just like that.” She grinds into my hand, fucking herself with my digits and leaving my mouth dry. She’s a fucking gift from above, and I want to unwrap her over and over. She reaches behind her, gripping me through my slacks and palming my cock as she falls over the edge, crying out my name.
“That’s it, mami. That’s it. Fuck, you feel so good,” I praise, curling my fingers into her as she squeezes me with her hot pussy.
“I need you. Please. Fuck me,” she gasps, looking over her shoulder. “I want your cock.”
“It’s yours,” I tell her, and I can’t get my pants down quick enough. When I fill her from behind, we both groan in unison as her pussy squeezes my cock. I kiss her between her shoulder blades, along the back of her neck, before I bite her softly as I thrust up into her. I bring one of my hands up to thread with hers against the door while I hold her hip with my other, and I continue to move so deeply inside her.
“Harder.” She throws her head back and cries, “Fuck me harder.”
Fucking hell, help me. I grip her hip tighter as I slam into her. I let go of her hand to take her by the ponytail as I pull out and slam back in. I tug her head back so I can capture that naughty mouth of hers with mine. We kiss long and hard, until the door flies open.
Elliot screeches as I still my movements. My gaze falls on my coach, and I quickly cover her pussy with my hand to keep him from seeing what is mine.
Shock fills his face, but then Coach stares at me expectantly. I smile broadly as I say, “Hey there, laddie.”
He glares. “Cruz, what are you doing?”
Elliot groans in embarrassment as I shrug. “You know about the birds and the bees, right? Or is it fucking sheep over where you’re from?”
“Fucking idgit. Hand me a towel,” he snaps, but then he gives me a pointed look. “Not one you’ve used.”
I scoff. “You interrupted me before that happened.”
Elliot cries out, covering her face, but I do as he asks. After he snatches the towel, he slams the door, and Elliot begs, “Please tell me that didn’t just happen.”
“What do you mean?” I jest, and she glares at me. I grin as I pull out a bit, slamming back into her. “Where were we?”
“Alex! Stop.”
“You don’t mean that,” I say as I thrust again. “You’re about to come again. I can feel it. Your pussy is squeezing the hell out of me.”
Her glare only deepens. “We can’t.”
“Oh, but we can,” I say, capturing her bottom lip as her eyes widen. I bite it softly before releasing it and whispering, “I won’t be able to sleep tonight without knowing my come is sliding out of this sweet cunt as you walk away from me.”
“You’re insane.”
“You won’t clean up, will you? You’ll leave it there.”
“Never took you for a breeding kink.”
“Tell me you don’t love it,” I whisper against her mouth. “Tell me you don’t love my cock covered with your juices?”
She rolls her eyes, biting my bottom lip until it hurts. I don’t mind, though. I crave it. She then squeezes her walls around my cock and gives me the sneakiest little smirk. “I can’t.”
“Because you do,” I say, thrusting up into her.
“I do,” she whispers. “Fucking hell, I do.”
So, I give us both what we want, all while I ignore that flutter in my chest.
CHAPTER 7
Elliot
I hate that I sent Bradley to do my job, but I’m not ready to face Alex yet.
So, I’m doing Bradley’s job.
I’m making Alex’s welcome-back basket. While I have his likes and dislikes in a file on my phone, I don’t need it. I know his favorite coffee place, his favorite snacks, and that he needs to have an endless supply of blue Powerade. I know that he loves the ice cream shop on Martin and all about his favorite stick tape, which isn’t the one provided by the team. I ordered a box last season to ensure he always had extra if he ran out, so I make certain to include that in his basket.
“I finished,” Bradley says, startling me a bit. I’m on edge, and I’m glad he’s in here. He can give Alex the basket.
“Cool. AirDrop me everything, and I’ll get to work,” I say as I place the basket in Alex’s locker, making sure the card from the team and staff is front and center.
“I didn’t buy any of that,” Bradley says, and I nod, pulling my shirt out a bit.
It’s becoming a nervous habit of mine.
“I know. Take back what you bought. This is the stuff he likes.”
Bradley’s blond brows pull in as he looks over at me and all the bags I have of Alex’s favorite things. “I don’t understand.”