Page 130 of Falling Offsides

“Augus—” I cut her moan off with a sharp bite of her lip when she attempts to peel away for air.

No fucking way. I’ve waited for this for too long.

I need this. I needher.

I crash my mouth onto hers and it’s aclaim, not a kiss—filthy, starved, tongue dragging hers into a rhythm that screams mine. Her arms hook tighter around my neck, nails scratching from my nape all the way up my fade, demanding more when her hands mold to the back of my head.

I’ll give it to her. I’ll give her everything she’s ever wanted and needed. Fulfil every single fantasy that’s ever crossed her mind. But first… I want her gasping.

With a nip to her lip, I deposit Courtney on the counter. Her fingers claw into my shoulders when I push her back on the granite, slotting myself between her parted thighs.

“Please, Auguste… I need… please…” She licks her lips in between pleading pants as I lift her dress to the top of her thighs. Every inch of her skin is perfect. Every curve of her body is a sin I want to be punished for.

I would burn in hell for eternity, for a single taste of this girl.

My mouth waters at the wet patch on her white panties.

“Jesus, Court. Is this for me?” I lightly thumb the stain and she moans.

It’s loud and throaty, and fuck me, when her head falls back, all I can think of is marking every inch of her skin. Her throat, her chest, her tits…

Courtney’s thighs part wider. Welcoming. Begging. And yeah, I’ve been dying to claim every goddamn inch.

Leaning in, I hitch her feet up on the edge of the counter. My hands trail up her calves, holding her thighs open for me when I run my nose along the inside. Breathing her in.

It’s glorious. The soft, soapy scent of her body wash with the tinge of her sweat and the sweetness of her need is unlike anything I’ve ever known.

“Auguste, just…oh my God… yeeees,” she whimpers when I nuzzle her wet core, nipping at the silky fabric of her underwear, sucking at the wet patch for a stronger hit of her.

Then I lick up the middle, from her entrance up to her clit, slow and purposeful. Her body jerks, pressing deeper onto my face.

“Fuuuuck,” Courtney whines—sharp, high-pitched, needy—when I nip at her clit.

The wet patch grows, soaking my jaw with her need.

It’s a fucking treat, and can’t help grin into her. “You like that, Snow?”

“Yes. God, yes… I do…I do…”

A grabby hand twists into my hair as I suck her clit hard enough to make her cry out, then ease back, blowing cool air on her soaked underwear.

My cock is beyond hard and my blood is so hot, sweat slicks the back of my neck.

“No, don’t stop…” Courtney bucks her hips up, desperately trying to find my mouth again.

“Stay still,” I order with a teasing thwack to the inside of her thigh. “Or I stop.”

Courtney’s shaking, arms braced behind her. Her head drops back with a huff and before her hips lower back down, I tug her panties off. Slow enough that she grumbles something about me torturing her. HowI’m cruel when she’s been taunting me all day with the purposeful sashay of her hips, the jut of her ass when she knows I’m looking…

“Wanna know how I got off to your wet panties, Snow?”

A choked gasp vibrates in her throat as she lifts her head, meeting my stare with her heavy-lidded gaze. Her teeth sink into her lip, gnawing harder with her nod.

“Open your mouth.”

Shock widens her eyes, but her thighs are rubbing together like the thought of me getting off to her dirty underwear turns her on as much as it got me off.

“I said open your mouth, Princess.” I punctuate my order with another smack to her thigh. This time she cries out so loud that I shove her panties along with my fingers into her mouth. “You taste so good, right? So fucking sweet… don’t you think?”