Page 91 of Golden Goal

Rebecca is gorgeous. Absolutely fucking perfect. I peer down at her for a second wondering how I got so lucky to have met this woman.

Just when I thought I’d never recover from my ex, she came into my life. Now she’s spread out on her bed, naked, asking me to pleasure her. Part of me feels an immense amount of pressure to make it good for her. To satisfy her. But I push those intrusive thoughts away and concentrate on the woman in front of me, focusing on what she told me earlier, that she trusts me. I have to trust her too. Trust that she’ll tell me what she does and doesn’t like.

I lean down and kiss her. Wrapping her arms around me, she pulls me closer as I coast a hand down her body until I find her warm, wet center.

“So wet. Is it all for me?” I mutter, pulling my lips away from hers.

“Yes.” She moans.

Slipping one finger inside her and watching her face carefully to make sure I’m not hurting her, I begin to fuck her with my finger.

“More. I need more, Holt,” she whines, shifting her hips under me.

“As you wish.”

I slide a second finger inside her and use my thumb to massage her clit. Her eyes flutter shut as her hips move to meet me, thrust for thrust. My cock aches, growing harder as she moans.

“So good,” she pants, her eyes opening to meet mine. “That’s perfect.”

I swear my dick gets even harder at her compliment.

“Do you want a third?” I ask, my voice wavering. “Can you take it?”

“Give it to me, Holt,” she whines. “Be a good boy and fill me up with your fingers, and then fill me up with your cock.”

My dick twitches at her words, and I have to recite plays in my head so I don’t come.

Fucking hell.

I didn’t know I was into being praised. Or is it because it’s coming from her?

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

I slide a third finger inside her, and after a few thrusts, her pussy flutters around me, and she yells my name, her orgasm slamming into her. I keep sliding my fingers in and out of her as she rides out her orgasm.

“Shit,” she mutters.

I pull my fingers out of her, and after making sure she’s paying attention to me, pop them into my mouth and clean them off, moaning at the taste.

“That was hot.” She drops an arm over her face, her chest heaving.

“It was for me, too.” I stroke my dick as I watch her.

She moves her arm, licking her lips as her gaze travels down my body and lands on my cock, which is getting even harder.

I touch myself, enjoying having her eyes on me.

“Fuck me, please, Holt.”

I grin. “My pleasure. How do you want me to fuck you?”

“Anyway you want. You’re in charge.”

My heart skips a beat, and I get choked up for a second.

“I . . . I . . .” I run a hand through my hair and down my face.

“What is it?” She sits up and moves closer to me, putting a hand on my arm.