I need every single part of this man I can get.
“Yes. Oh god. Fuck,” I gasp as he continues his relentless thrusts.
I’m louder than I should be, but with the desk banging back against the wall, I’m not sure it matters.
Heat rises between my legs as my release builds.
“Casey,” he groans before leaning over me and stealing my lips.
His kiss is wild and messy. It’s everything.
“Come for me,” he demands before shifting his hold on my hip and pressing his thumb against my clit.
I cry out as his fingers squeeze my throat tighter, cutting off my air.
I’m flying.
Fucking soaring.
“Come all over my dick, Casey. Show me how much of a whore you are for me.”
His words are fucking kryptonite, and I shatter.
I lose all sense of my surroundings—of any words or noises coming from my mouth. The only thing I’m aware of is him as he swells even bigger inside me before his own orgasm claims him, and he drops his head to my shoulder.
Wave after wave rolls through me, and he works me through every single one until I’m a trembling, sweaty mess.
His lips move against my damp skin, and I swear his tongue sneaks out, licking me.
I shudder as he softens.
My muscles clamp, desperate to keep him inside me, to make our connection last a little longer.
It’s pointless. He might still be touching me, be inside me, but I can already feel him pulling away.
He releases a long breath, and the warm air rushes over my chest, making my nipples harden again.
But as much as I might crave round two, I already know it isn’t going to happen.
Hell, round one probably shouldn’t have happened.
We’re in my dad’s house.
Everyone is downstairs.
His teammates. His coach.
Fuck. His daughter.
Regret slams into me.
What the fuck were we thinking?
“Kodie, I’m s—” My words shrivel and die on my lips as he stands to full height, his eyes focused on my pussy.
His jaw clenches so tight, I’m sure he’s about to crack a tooth. His chest heaves, his muscles pulled tight.
He’s freaking out.
