Page 163 of The Play Maker

She’s shaking, moaning, and I have no doubt my teammates can hear her, but I’d rather cut my left nut off than tell her to be quiet right now. I fucking love her moans. I love how needy she is for me.

“Austin. Oh god.”

I slide a second finger inside her, feeling her walls pulse tight and slick around me. She cries out, tipping her head back.

Fuck me. Those noises will be the death of me.

“You’re doing so good, Maisie,” I whisper, licking her again, curling my fingers inside her just right. “Taste so sweet. So fucking pretty…”

Her legs are trembling around me, and she’s panting, her moans coming out in short, choppy breaths. “I—I think I’m gonna?—”

“Let go,” I murmur against her, sucking her clit into my mouth. “Come for me, baby.”

She explodes with a choked cry, her legs clamping around my head as she comes hard, trembling and gasping my name.

I kiss her thigh as she rides it out, then her stomach, and crawl back up, cradling her face in my hands.

Her eyes are dazed and her lips are slightly parted. She’s so goddamn beautiful.

“Still good?” I ask, brushing hair from her face.

She nods, licking her pink lips. “I want more,” she whispers.

I quickly strip off my shirt and yank my sweats and boxers down, my cock aching so hard I feel like I’m about to burst. I fumble through the nightstand for the box of condoms I haven’t touched in months, tear one open, and roll it on with shaking hands.

She lies beneath me, her legs splayed wide on my bed, revealing her dripping wet pussy I’m dying to be inside. My chest is tight with how much I fucking want to make this good for her.

I stroke her cheek, leaning over her. “You okay, baby?”

She nods, but it’s shaky. “Yeah,” she whispers. “Just… a little nervous.”

“I know.” I kiss her forehead, then her nose, then linger at her lips. “You tell me everything, okay? If something doesn’t feel good, if you wanna stop. Anything.”

“I will,” she says, her voice so soft it trembles. She swallows, her eyes fluttering closed, then opens them again. “Just… go slow?”

I nod. “I’ll be slow. As slow as you need.”

I reach between us, guiding myself to her entrance, the tip of my cock pressing against her heat.

I nudge forward just barely, teasing both her and myself, watching the way her breath catches.

“Just the tip,” I whisper, my voice breaking as I start to push inside her.

She gasps, her hands flying to my arms, clutching hard as I slide in that first inch.

“A-Austin—” she whimpers, brows drawn tight, her legs tensing.

I stop right there, breathing hard, shaking from holding myself back. “You’re doing so good,” I whisper, kissing her mouth, her throat, her chest. “Breathe for me.”

She inhales, then lets it out slowly, and I press in a little more. Her walls clamp around me so tight, so warm and slick I have to grit my teeth not to lose it.

She moans softly. “You’re big.”

“I’ll go slow,” I assure her.

I ease another inch inside and she gasps at the fullness. “More,” she breathes, lifting her hips. “A little more…”

God help me.