Page 199 of Falling Offsides

I yank off his shirt while he strips his sweats. As I told him before, I drop to my knees, hands roaming his thick thighs, his strong hips, his hard abs.

“Court,” he growls, voice already ragged.

“Shh, baby… I’m worshipping.” I kiss his hipbone, then the base of his cock. He’s already hard… thick… heavy. Fucking beautiful—light brown skin flushed and glistening with his need for me.

When I wrap my lips around the tip, his whole body jerks.

“Jesus…fuck… you fucking ruin me, Snow.”

I suck him deep, tongue swirling, lips tight. Swallowing him inch by inch like he taught me.

When I can’t take him any deeper, I open my mouth wider and wait for him to fuck my throat. Auguste doesn’t move. His large hand fists in my hair but doesn’t push. He just holds me there, staring down with his reverent, possessive eyes.

“Your mouth is a fucking miracle,” he rasps.

Then he pulls me up onto my feet and pushes me onto the bed. With slow promise, he crawls over me, trailing kisses up my legs. When he gets to my panties, he tears them off me.

“I’m not going to have any left.”

“Great, you can stop wearing them.”

“But they’re pretty,” I moan when he blows a hot breath over my slit.

“Not as pretty as your cunt, Snow,” the reply is low and ragged.

His tongue ghosts over my belly, between my breasts to my jaw. All while his cock lines up with my pussy.

Then he’s inside me. Thrusting slow and deep, like he’s got all the time in the world and he wants to make me feel it.

“Your cunt is mine. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Mine,” he groans, licking the side of my face.

“Yours,” I mewl, pushing my heels into his ass with the desperation to feel him come apart for me.

He rocks into me, angle perfect, eyes locked on mine as he braces over me with one hand and the other trails down my belly. His thumb finds my clit.

“Auguste… yes, baby…” I meet him thrust for thrust, arching my body into his.

Nothing exists but us. Nothing matters but this. This heat. This safety. This need.

Our love.

And nothing feels so fucking good. And… “God. God… baby…”

My whole body lights up. So bright… too bright… I’m burning. I’m aching. I’m…

His. All his.

I breathe for him.

I hurt for him.

I yearn for him.

And as he owns my body, I break for him. Over and over. And over.