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I swirl my tongue around her perfect nub as my thrusts increase in pressure, driving in harder. I flick her hard nipple gently with my tongue. Her pussy squeezes me tighter as more wet arousal coats my cock.
"Oh…" she whimpers.
I angle myself so that I'm hitting right where she wants it, and I can feel her body begin to shake under me. I'm taking her to the edge of what her body can handle, and I know it. I've memorized the strokes she likes and the spot my cock hits that make her eyes roll.
"This might be the last time for us, but you're never going to forget the way I fuck you. You'll be lying in his bed wishing he were me."
She shakes her head as if she doesn't want that to be true… but we both know it is.
It won't be Win, though. Tomorrow, he'll lose her too, when I'm the one who shows up in his place, and then the truth will come out. I won't even bother to hope that she'll find a way to forgive me… it won't happen.
No, some other fucker down the road will get our girl, and there is nothing I can do about it except make sure she never forgets how I make her come.
Her body clenches around me, and I thrust in and out of her, pulling more whimpers as she loses any ability to last longer. I know she's primed for a release.
I bend down and take her other nipple into my mouth, making sure to taste them both. I swirl my tongue once as her thighs squeeze against me, and then I gently scrape my teeth over her nipple as she comes, calling out my name like a song, her body pulsates around my cock like a fucking vice.
I hold back as long as I can while helping her chase her orgasm to the end.
I wish I could hold back longer, but watching her fall apart under me and calling out my name because she knows exactly who makes her feel this good, is all I can take. I come hard, white heat spilling out of me as I fill the condom deep inside of her.
My cock spasms over and over like a shock wave in the aftermath of my orgasm.
"I love you," I say.
The words slip from my mouth of their own volition though I didn't mean to speak them out loud. There's barely anything worse I could have admitted at this moment. But I won't take the words back because they're not a lie.
I do love her.
She doesn't say anything back. Instead, she pulls me down and seals our lips together. We stay like that for a while until I finally get up to discard the condom and bring her something to wipe up with.
I should be on cloud nine with how hard we both came… but instead, the orgasm high dies off quickly when I know that soon this will be over, and I'll have no excuse to get to stay.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Penelope
Laying in my bed facing Slade with his right arm under my neck and our legs entangled together, I trace the tattoos on his chest lazily as he uses his other hand to brush my hair back out of my face in gentle strokes.
I glance down at the metal bar through his nipple and flick at it lightly.
He doesn’t even flinch as he watches me.
“How bad did that hurt?” I ask.
“Not any worse than taking a puck to the groin.”
I chuckle at his comparison.
“Don’t you wear pads and a cup?”
“Yeah, but a puck can travel at over 100 mph. I still hurt like a mother fucker," he says, rubbing his free hand over my bare hip.
“Do you have plans for any other piercing?” I ask.
“No, I got it on a dare one drunk night after we won our state college championship. We got back late for curfew, and your dad was so mad that he made us do laps around the hotel in the pouring rain at 3 am.”
“That sounds like him,” I smile at the thought of Slade giving my dad grief. I lived back in Michigan during the school year, but my dad called me every night, rain or shine, game or no game, just to hear how my day went. And I remember the first time I heard Slade’s name. My dad would tell me stories about the last stupid thing Slade did that week, but there was a difference in his voice than he had with other players. That’s why I knew it hurt my father to punish Slade.
