Her eyes flare and she trembles, coming violently. I focus on her glassy, lust-drenched gaze and fight the desire to just fuck into her, to get as deep as possible.
“So fucking beautiful when you’re milking my cock,” I growl in her ear.
“I can’t stop.” She rakes her nails down my back. “Oh fuck, I can’t?—”
She keeps coming, wave after wave of sensation sweeping through her. No one else will ever have this part of her but me.
I fold back on my knees and grip her hips.
“Oh, my sweet hell.” Tally props herself up on her elbows, eyebrows pulled together, eyes wide with shock. The insides of her thighs are slick with blood and cum.
“I have to pull out now, kitten,” I warn, pumping into her one last time before I leave the blissful warmth of her body and fist my cock.
“Oh that—” Her eyes flare and her pussy clenches. “—should not be hot.” It’s phrased more as a question than a statement.
“Why not?” I grunt as I fuck my own hand, fast and hard, coming on the inside of her thigh.
She covers her mouth with her palm. “This looks like the scene of a shark attack.” A slightly hysterical laugh bubbles out of her.
I cock a brow. “But would you do it again?”
She falls back on the mattress, one hand covering her face as she grins. “Yeah.” She peeks through her fingers, shaking her head. “I would do it again.”
I lean in and kiss her cheek. “Good. Me, too.”
“We’re a little depraved, aren’t we?” she whispers, still smiling.
“As it should be.” I tip my chin up. “Come on, let’s shower.”
“Then lava cake and bedtime snuggles?”
“Sounds perfect.”
CHAPTER 45
TALLY
I’m in a fantastic mood the next morning, until Flip drops me off at my first class and the whispering begins. Then my phone starts blowing up with messages from my dad.
Dad
What the hell is going on?
WHY ARE THERE PICTURES OF YOU ALL OVER THE INTERNET?
I’m trading Flip.
I’m sending him to Winnipeg. He can freeze his ass off for the rest of his career.
Anxiety makes my mouth instantly dry. My first instinct is to ignore my dad’s messages and look at the internet, but I know better on both counts. I address my dad’s text with facts and logic.
Tally
It’s not what itlooks like.
And Flip is your lead scorer. You can’t send him to Winnipeg.
Especially not with the playoffs around the corner.
