Page 122 of The Goalie in Room 1

Neck twisted.

Mouth ravaged.

Tongue twisted and tangled.

Hole—

“Fuck! Oh God! Yes. Thank you, Jesus!”

His cock invaded.

Slow.

Steady

Intense

Big.

Impossibly big.

I felt…split…stretched…full.

“God damn, you take me so good. I wish I had my camera. I’d take so many pictures. Big, beautiful artist pictures. I want them blown up, black and white, larger than life.”

“Fuck yes.” I wanted that. I wanted to see him claim me.

His body flush with mine, buried to the hilt, he paused. Then pushed.

Once.

Twice.

I lost it. “Fuck me, motherfucker. Please, for the love of God, please, please, fuuuuck… Yes!”

He pulled out and plunged back in.

“Yes. Use me. Fuck me!” I demanded.

And he did.

Over and over.

And over and over.

Again and again.

His cock dragged in and out.

He pegged me with every thrust.

And I let go.

Floated away. Like floating on my back in the ocean, I lay suspended in sensation and emotion. I gave myself over to them. They did with me what they would. What Thad willed.

The beautiful filth disappeared, leaving behind the sexy, comforting rumble while I felt rather than heard my own words clawing their way out of my body.

Body tensed.