Page 158 of Falling Offsides

His thick fingers pull out of my ass, and before I can whine about the emptiness, his blunt tip is there. Pressing, pushing, claiming… hard and sharp and… “Fuuuuuck!”

It hurts. So fucking deep, I feel him everywhere. I feel his possession from my curled toes, rolling up my spine all the way to the crackling roots of my hair.

“Yes, yes… you take me so fucking good,” he groans low.

The edges of his words slurring, like he’s losing his mind with every inch of his cock that grinds into me. Like the feel of owning all of me has him seconds from fully unraveling. I like that thought too much. So much that I jut my ass out, taking more of him—all of him—with a hiss.

“You feel that? You feel me?” Auguste pants against my ear with a hard slap to the side of my ass. “This is mine.” The words are punctuated with hard thrust and his hand twisting in my hair. “Every fucking inch of you is mine.”

He fucks me harder, deeper, pulling me down on his cock by my hair while his other hand palms my pussy. The heel of his palm grinding on my clit while his finger pumps in and out of me.

“You want my cum, Snow?”

“Yes,” I cry, with the tension coiled around my bones snapping tighter.

“Where?” With another hard yank, he brings my back to his chest. “Where do you want my cum?”

I cant my face up to his, licking the sweat beaded on his prickly jaw while his hips roll and grind into me. “I want you to come inside me… in my ass…”

“Such a good little slut.” He rewards me with a sharp bite to my lip and as I open my mouth for him, he spits on my tongue. It’s hot and fuck, it does something to me. To the way he’s fucking me, that I’m instantlythere.

“Auguste,” is all that barrels out of my mouth as my entire body convulses, sucking him deeper as I clench around him. My orgasm tearing through every inch of me, eclipsing thought and reason, my whole existence as I dissolve into pure sensation.

"Fuck, yes," Auguste growls, his rhythm faltering as my body grips him. His hand leaves my pussy to wrap around my waist, holding me against him as his hips stutter. "Taking it so fucking good."

His sweat slicked chest sliding against my back as he bends over me, his teeth biting down on my shoulder, marking me as he comes. Filling me with endless scorching spurts. His entire body shudders against mine, a guttural groan vibrating through his chest and into my bones.

We stay locked together, both trembling, his forehead pressed to my shoulder as our breathing gradually slows. Auguste’s arms bundle around me as he slowly pulls out of me.

When he turns me to face him, his lips tease the tip of my nose. Playful, warm…

“Whats my name, Princess?” he whispers along my cheek.

“Mine,” is the only word that exists.

He nods with a faint smile caressing my lips. “And what’s your name?”

“Yours.”

“Good girl,” is all he says before he licks into my mouth, his tongue swirling with mine in the slowest dance of my life.

It’s now that my heart decides to truly break. To truly accept what it has known from the very beginning—Auguste Broussard is it. He’s my person. And I don’t know how I’m ever meant to walk away from him after this.

THIRTY

AUGUSTE

Feelslike forever since we’ve had a day off. From individual training to training camp, I’m beat. Nowhere beat enough to ignore the fact that Court is in my bed, cuddled up to me in nothing but my t-shirt, my face plastered on the front. I’ll have to thank the kit guy for doing it all for me, even if he thought I was being a weirdo.

And so what if I was? It looks fucking incredible on her.

“You’re staring again,” Court mutters, wriggling deeper into my side. “The TV is up there, not down here.”

I catch her hand as she gestures down her body and lace our fingers together. “That's why I told you to pick the movie. You watch the TV and I watch you. That way everyone is happy.”

The grin perma-glued to my face cuts wider when I follow the length of her legs to her feet and find Sammy curled up there. I know Étienne said I’m being stupid getting involved with Courtney and being honest with her has given her the nails to my coffin. But he’s wrong, about her. I’m certain that Court would never use any of it against me.

Besides, since becoming a dad Étienne’s more cautious and protective of our family, and I get that Coach will be pissed when he finds out. But again, Courtney is worth it. Another certainty I own.