Page 92 of Golden Goal

I stare down at her hand, too embarrassed to meet her eyes as I say, “Kat always liked it one way. Me behind her.” I let out a strangled laugh. “Probably so she didn’t have to look at me.” I shrug. “So that’s always the way we had sex. It was fine but . . .”

“Oh, Holt.” Her voice is soft.

“I’m sorry.” My shoulders sink, and I silently curse myself. Why couldn’t I have kept that to myself. “I ruined the mood, didn’t I?”

“It’s okay. Thank you for telling me. For talking to me.”

She wraps her arms around me, and I pull her into my lap, hugging her. I take a few deep breaths, loving how it feels to have her in my arms. How her breasts feel pressed up against my chest.

We’re silent for a few minutes.

She shifts on my lap and I groan, feeling her pussy warm and welcoming on top of my dick.

I want her.

No, I need her.

I thrust up against her. “I want you to ride me. Sit on top of me, and bounce on my cock so I can watch you come apart.”

I don’t wait for her to answer, shifting so I’m lying on my back and she’s sitting on my stomach.

“Fuck,” I hiss out, squeezing my eyes shut. “Do you have a condom?”

“In my nightstand.” She shifts, and I let her go, staring at her perky ass as she opens the drawer and pulls one out. “I wanted to be prepared, so I grabbed a box when I went to the grocery store the other week. I have an IUD though. I can’t remember the last time I was with a guy. A few years ago at this point. But I got tested recently, and everything was negative.”

“I went and got tested after Kat and I broke up. Everything was all negative, too. You’re the first since her . . .”

She nods and pulls open the condom wrapper. “Want to do the honors, or should I?”

I take the condom from her and roll it down my shaft, pumping myself a few times.

“Now ride me.”

Becca climbs on top of me, lining my dick up at her opening, and slowly slides down, taking me inch by inch. I groan. Fuck me. I’m not going to last.

Her hands fall to my chest, her head tipped backward as she gets used to my size. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s beautiful. Perfect. Everything I never knew I wanted, and I’m not just thinking that because we’re having sex.

Eventually, she starts to move up and down. I grip her hips and help her, thrusting up to bury myself even deeper inside her.

“So good, Holt.” She drags her nails across my chest, and I’m sure I’ll have marks tomorrow, but I don’t care.

I want her to mark me.

Let everyone know I’m hers, and she’s mine.

I reach between us and stroke her clit. She bounces a few more times, and then she’s throwing back her head, yelling my name.

The feel of her pussy clenching around my cock has my balls drawing up tight and tingling starting at the base of my spine. I thrust a few more times before I’m spilling my release into the condom.

“Ahhhh, Holt,” she yells, and I have a feeling my orgasm triggered another one for her.

She falls forward onto my chest, and I catch her, shifting so she’s lying next to me. The grin on my face might be permanent after that.

“I have no energy,” she whispers a few minutes later.

I chuckle, tucking her close against me, loving the feeling of her skin on mine.

“I’ll carry you.”