Page 9 of Forever Offsides

This man’s cock is big and thick and veiny and angry-looking. It’s like a one-eyed monster set to destroy my pussy, and I snicker to myself because clearly I’ve lost it if those are the thoughts I’m having. He goes for his pants on the floor and fishes a condom from his wallet. I have two in my purse, and I’m already seriously hoping we have to use them.

He rips the foil with his teeth and rolls the latex over his cock, giving it a couple of firm squeezes and pumps once he gets it set. He catches me watching him, and I get a sultry smirk.

“Fuck you sore?” he checks while stroking his cock, and I might come again just from that sexy image and those dirty words. Muscles, tattoos, blue eyes, dimples, and that giant cock in his hand. I’m all in.

“Absolutely.” I sit up and point at him. “Looking at how big you are, that doesn’t seem as though it’ll be a tough undertaking for you.”

He walks over to me and cups my jaw, lifting it until our eyes meet. “You can take it. I’ll stretch you so good.”

My pussy clenches at the thought, and a fresh wave of heat hits me, perking my nipples back up.

He covers me with his body, his mouth reclaiming mine. I taste and smell myself on him, and I moan, wrapping my arms around his neck as I drag him down on top of me. I want to feel his weight, feel his skin against mine, and he’s only too happy to oblige. My feet plant into the mattress, and he moves between them, lining his cock up with my opening.

“Eyes on me,” he says, and it surprises me. Eye contact is personal. It’s intimate. It’s not something I’ve ever done with a one-night stand. “I want to see your face as I fill you up. As I make you sore.”

My eyes flicker open, and his face is right above mine. His thick cock nudges my entrance, and he plays with it, lubing it up with my cum before he shoves straight in. I cry out, my neck arching and my nails digging into his shoulders. Sweet baby Jesus, he wasn’t kidding. I’m fucking full.

Sweat breaks out on his forehead, and he releases a tense breath, his body shaking with restraint. “Jesus, Quinn. I said I’d stretch you, but fuck, you’re goddamn tight.”

I lean up and bring my mouth to his ear. “You also said I could take it. Can you?”

I feel his smile against my cheek as his hand slides down my hip. “Hold on and find out. I’m about to break your pussy in.”

Please, dear Lord, let that be true.

He pulls back, and his eyes are black fire. Burning hot and wild with raw lust. He drags almost all the way out before he pounds back into me so hard I slide up the bed. A noise tears from him, half grunt, half growl, and it’s so hot my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Yes.

His other hand climbs under my back up to my shoulder, where he holds me to him.

With me locked in place, unable to move or go anywhere he’s not allowing, he fucks into me like a man possessed. Hard, rough, penetrating fucks that fill me fast and deep—so deep I feel him in my stomach.

My legs wrap around his waist, clinging just above his ass, and I hold onto him, doing my best to meet his movements with my own. Pleasure sizzles up my spine and charges my skin, every nerve ending primed and pumped.

He grunts against my ear, his hot breath tickling my neck. “So good.” That’s all he can manage, but it encompasses everything. The feel of his body against mine. The sweat covering both of us. The intensity with which he fucks me. The feel of his cock owning my pussy and my pleasure.

He pulls back and stares down at his cock slicing in and out of me. His fingers dig harder into my hips, and he licks his lips.

“Fuck.”

Fuck is right.

He covers me again, his entire body blanketing me in his weight, sinking us both into the bed. His arms hold me, he buries his face in my neck, and he nails me with unrelenting rolling thrusts. The angle is intense, the friction over the top as his cock hits then slides along my front wall, and his body rubs my clit.

I hold the back of his head, my fingers tangled in his hair. He’s saying something. Muttering words I can’t hear or make out, but I don’t care enough to ask him. I’m close. So close it’s a hairbreadth away, tickling the edge in a way that almost scares me with how powerful I know it’s going to be.

“That’s it. Yeah. You’re taking every fucking inch, aren’t you? Now come on me.”

He picks up his pace while pressing his pelvic bone straight onto my clit, and I have no choice but to give in to his demand. My orgasm sweeps through me, making my pussy clench almost to the point of pain. That could also be because his cock grows thicker and harder, making it tighter. Making him have to work for those last few inches inside me.

A sharp moan followed by a deep whimper escapes me, and I claw at him, unable to control the deep, penetrating ache that’s consuming me.

“Rhett. Jesus!”

That drives him over the edge, and he comes, pulsing and shooting, his teeth scraping my shoulder as he groans out his release inside me. He lingers for a moment, dead weight and heavy breathing, before he captures the top of the condom, slides out of me, and rolls onto his back.

“Quinn?”