“Fuck, don’t stop!” I moan as Ezra pistons his hips into my pussy.
He clams my mouth shut. “Quiet, Feather. We don’t want the entire team, the coach, and their partners to hear us when I’m fucking you in the coach’s bathroom, do we?” he grits.
I shake my head, biting my tongue to hold in the obscene noises that wish to get out. My walls clench around his cock at the idea of someone catching us, though.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he curses, his headdropping on my shoulder.
I whimper when his cock hits so deep inside that I feel it in my womb.
“You’re going to come, aren’t you?” Ezra says, his hips bucking into my pussy as if trying to dig a deeper hole.
His hand reaches down and flicks my clit, inducing my orgasm. He swallows my sinful sounds of pleasure with a kiss, his tongue dancing with mine.
He follows me close behind, spilling his hot cum inside me with a grunt that sounds utterly sexy.
Panting, he unwraps my legs from his waist as I slide down the wall and wobble on my feet. He drops to his knees and pulls my panties up my leg, but not before swiping his dripping cum and pushing it back inside.
He bites his lip, keeping in his groan. The action so primal and intense that I feel myself getting turned on again. But he makes me look presentable and soon rights his clothes too.
We both catch our breaths, staring at each other. He grabs my throat and smashes his lips to mine in an all-consuming kiss, leaving me wanting more when he pulls back.
“What was that for?” I whisper, wanting to drown in his electric eyes.
A handsome smile takes over his face, his gaze shining with awe and love. “Because I’m so proud of you. You realize that getting recognition from the world for the work you do is no small thing, right? The League, ESPN, and all the sports networks are talking about you and how you’ve made the Boston Bandits’ social media accounts across all platforms the fastest-growing with the highest fan engagement rate. That’s no small feat!”
I know he’s right, but it’s still hard to believe. The very same people who were ready to fire me for dating Ezra are now awarding me with an increased salary and recognition for it. That’s why we’re here, celebrating the accomplishment at Coach’s with the entire team and their friends and family.
It’s surreal, but if you follow your passion, anything is possible—making a name for yourself even when you’re a woman, and dating the love of your life.
I’m lost in thoughts when Ezra drops another peck on my lips. “And what was that for?” I ask, loving the way the corners of his eyes scrunchwhen his lips curve into the most beautiful smile.
“Because I’m fortunate enough to get to call you mine.”
THE END
