Page 73 of Stand Your Ground

Game time.

It’s game time, motherfucker.

Like I did before an overtime period, I closed my eyes and found my Zen. I soothed my breathing. I slowed my heart. It was like mentally sinking myself to the bottom of a pool, breath held and body calming.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw Livia — breasts swollen and heaving, lips parted and wet, brows pinched together in pleasure as she pressed her hands to my chest and started to ride me in slow, methodical waves.

Please her.

Give her what she needs, what she deserves.

Give her what she’s given you.

Determination slid into my veins, and just like that, I was locked in.

I ran my hands up her body, one palming her breast and playing with her nipple just the way I knew she liked while the other climbed higher still. I hooked it behind her neck, pulling her down until she was riding just above me, our foreheads together, breaths hot and labored in the space between us.

“You look so fucking pretty riding my cock,” I breathed, planting a bruising kiss against her lips as she moaned and bucked her hips. “Hugging me so tight, letting me watch these perfect fucking tits bounce.”

I earned another moan, and it spurred me on, my body momentarily letting me focus on getting those little noises out of her rather than seeking my own pleasure. I tried to remember everything she’d taught me.

Make her feel safe.

Make her feel wanted, desired.

Let her know how bad I want her.

“Good,” Livia managed. “That’s… that’s really good, Rook.”

“Don’t call me Rook. Not right now. Not when I’m buried deep inside you and you’re begging to come.”

“Fuck.” It was a little whimper of breath out of her, like I’d surprised her, and that only fueled me on.

“So long, I’ve wanted to fuck you. So long, I’ve waited and pined for you. And now look at you. Riding me. Letting me fill you up. You love it, too, don’t you? You love taking my thick cock inside that tight pussy of yours.”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes, I love it. I love it.”

I moved the hand I had around the back of her neck down between us, seeking out her clit and pressing three finger pads to it before I began to circle.

“Oh, fuck,” she cried out, pushing back until she was seated on me again. She stared down at me with heavy, seeking eyes.

And my body burned to life again.

It was so much better than that fucking Fleshlight she’d tried to prepare me with — as ifanythingcould compare to how she would actually feel. She was so perfectly tight around me, so hot and wet and my cock was so deep, my ass so full. Combined with the view of watching her ride me, it was incomparable.

Livia Young was elite in every way, and I’d been ruined from the first sight of her.

“Fuck me, Carter,” she rasped. “I need you to help me. Fuck me while I ride you.”

I bucked up to meet her, matching her pace, and then my fingers were curling into the skin at her hips again as I did everything I could to hold on. Her tits bounced wildly. Her legs shook. Her head dropped back, and her hands moved to palm her breasts, to pluck at her nipples and drive her to the edge.

Somehow, I fought through my own want and moved my hand back to her clit, applying the pressure I knew she needed. She rewarded me with a whimpering moan, and then she was seeking that touch, her body giving out as she rocked instead of bouncing. She started rubbing her clit against my hand, and it was up to me to keep pace now.

I fucked her like it was my only shot. I fucked her like she was the only championship in the world worth winning, like I’d spent every waking hour of my life preparing for this exact moment.

And then I felt it.

Her breath caught, and she came.