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My cock has been patient until now, but the moment I hear her breathless plea, I rise up and spread her legs wide, centering my tip at her opening. “I won’t be able to hold back,” I warn. “When I feel how tight your little pussy is around my cock, I’m going to have to fuck you hard. I won’t stop until I come inside you.”

Just to torture us both while I wait for her reply, I rub the head of my cock up and down between her slippery folds until her fingernails are digging into my shoulders again.

“I need you inside me,” she cries. “Please, Nathan.”

I slam home, not stopping until I’m buried deep within her cunt. The delicious agony of having my cock in such a tight sheath makes me wild, and I make good on my promise, ramming her pussy until she’s panting and gasping.

She’s absolutely beautiful, with her pale skin turning rosy with pleasure, her nipples taut as her tits bounce with each hard thrust. I drop my head back and roar as I finally come, spilling my seed inside her, marking her and her pussy as mine. It takes a second to come back down from the heights her body sent me to. Her hand rests on my heaving chest, and I take it in my own and press a kiss against her palm. Suddenly, I realize that I just fucked this sweet virgin beauty on my kitchen island. That won’t do at all, so I pick her up and carry her to my bed. Slowly lowering myself to lie beside her, she looks at me with glazed eyes. Before she can say a word, I slip my hand down between her legs and stroke her swollen clit until she comes again.

“You turn me into a savage,” I say. Her legs clamp tightly around my hand while her orgasm subsides. “But I only want to make you feel good.”

Still shaking with pleasure, she nods and presses her face against my neck. “Did you feel good?” she asks anxiously. “Inside me?”

All I can do is laugh and hold her close, overwhelmed with the things this woman is making me feel. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and it’s not only physical. Getting signed to my first pro league, winning in the Nationals, none of it compares. It’s shocking. I never want to let her go.

She couldn’t stand me before tonight. The fact she might remember that and decide that this was all a mistake scares the hell out of me. I pull her even closer.

Chapter 6


I wake up in Nathan’s bed, warm and tingly. I roll over, stretching my arms out to feel for him but find his side empty; his pillow is still warm, so he can’t be far away. Maybe when he comes back, we’ll have a rematch. I sigh happily as I relive every moment of what we did together. What a way to finally lose my virginity. To think I couldn’t stand Nathan less than twenty-four hours ago and thought he had it out for me.

Hugging his pillow close in anticipation for when I can trade it for his muscular body again, I hear his soft words in my memory. He’d told me how he’d wanted me since the moment he first saw me, that he was only rough on me because he saw what a great player I am. I’m about to drift back to sleep thinking about his praise when I hear his voice from the other room, not soft like my memory, but agitated and upset instead.

“You don’t need to worry,” he says. I reach for my phone to check the time. It’s only four AM. I know that England is quite a few hours ahead of us, so maybe he’s talking to someone from his home. “I’m staying out of trouble, believe me. Nothing’s going to screw up my chances of getting back on a team.”

My heart sinks as I mull over what he said. A few minutes later, he climbs back into bed with me.

“Oh, sorry, did I wake you?” he asks, pulling me against his firm chest. I run my fingers up his washboard abs, anxiety keeping me from relaxing fully.

“Is everything okay?”

“That was just my worrywart manager. Everything’s fine.” He drops a kiss on top of my head. “Sleep for a bit longer, baby.”

Between the fingers he glides lazily along my back and the anxiety over his future settling in my stomach like a stone, it’s impossible to fall back to sleep.

“Is it that important that you get back on a team in England?” I ask.

I feel him nod vigorously. “England’s my home. And as much as I love coaching you, I’m only twenty-two. Way too young to give up playing yet.”

I have nothing to say to that. I’d love for him to stay here so we can keep exploring what we started, but I also know how much I love soccer. It must be ten times stronger for him, since he’s made a career out of playing professionally. And he’s brilliant at it on top of that.

“You came here to rehab your image?” I ask.

“Yeah, but you don’t need to worry.” Once again, he kisses me and I feel him relax completely as his voice fades away. “I’ve got it under control.”

I lay there wide awake and worrying, even after he drifts back to sleep. He assured his manager he was staying out of trouble, but he’s in bed withme, not just a student, but a member of the team he’s coaching. If anyone found out, he’d be in a world of trouble, especially because the dean here at Walton College is a stickler about both faculty and student conduct. This would look terrible for the school if word were to get out. Nathan could get fired because of it, leaving him right back where he started.

I can’t be the reason he never gets back everything he lost. His past no longer matters to me even though it cost him so much. Who’s to say how I’d act if I was offered fame, fortune, and adulation at my age? I might just as easily go off the rails. He’s working to transform his life, and I won’t ruin things for him.

With tears threatening to blinding me, I slip out from under his strong arm. I want more than anything to kiss him after I get dressed, but I don’t want to wake him. He’ll heroically tell me everything is fine and then I’ll be too tempted to get back in bed with him. I have to do the right thing.

After one last look at how beautiful he is, peacefully asleep in the sheets we rumpled, I quietly let myself out of his apartment and run to my car. I make it all the way back to my dorm before I finally let myself break down in floods of tears, hating being noble about this more than anything else I’ve ever done in my life.

Chapter 7


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