Page 105 of Offside Devil

But he knows. He can tell. Because Zane somehow knows my body better than I do, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to walk away from this.

“Okay, well…” I wrap my hand around his cock and it twitches against my palm. “What if I told you that I’d do anything to have you inside of me right now? Would that help?”

“Anything?” he growls.

I nod, positioning him at my entrance. “Absolutely anything.”

“Good. Then you have to wear my jersey for every game.” He teases the very tip of himself into me and we both take a breath, like it’s already too much. “And keep it on while I fuck you afterward.”

I’ll wear Zane’s jersey every day for the rest of my life just to get him inside of me.

My eyes are locked on our bodies. On the way he’s disappearing into me bit by bit, stretching me further than I thought possible.

When I glance up, Zane is watching me. His pupils are blown wide and he brushes his thumb over my lower lip. I suck it into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the tip as he sinks the rest of the way into me with a groan.

It’s the single most erotic moment of my life.

“Holy shit.” I squeeze my eyes closed and focus on the way he fills me. On the way he feels against me. Because if I think about the look in his eyes and how much I want to see that look every day for the rest of my life, I’m going to freak out and ruin what is, without a doubt, the best sex any human has ever had.

Zane draws out of me and slams back in. I scrape my nails over his chest and lower. Soft hair trails down to where we’re connected, and I have to open my eyes to see all of him. To remember every detail of the way he looks and the way we sound crashing together.

His body is glistening with sweat. His muscles flex as he pumps into me and it’s so fucking indecent. The fact that Zane gets to walk around looking like this is obscene.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to finish right now,” he pants.

I kiss him, rolling my hips to meet his. We settle into a rhythm that has me whimpering against his shoulder.

“We didn’t talk about—” His fingers dig into my ass hard enough to bruise and I feel his hips stutter. “Fuck, I want to come inside of you, Mira. Tell me I can.”

I’ve been on the pill since I was fifteen. Even if I wasn’t, would another little Aiden be such a bad thing?

Holy shit, I sound insane.

I feel insane.

This is what starting something with Zane does to me.

It’s a mistake, but I can’t regret making it when he’s clinging to me like this.

“Mira,” he snarls, his hand snapping up to grab my chin and tilt my face to his. His eyes are wild and his jaw is clenched. He’s teetering on the edge of sanity and control and it’s because of me. “Tell me I can.”

I nod. “Please.”

The second the word is out of my mouth, he drives deep inside of me. He groans into my neck, and I feel him twitch.

The combination of being as full as I’ve ever been and having this strong mountain of a man practically begging to come inside of me sends me off the deep end, too.

I contract around him and it’s unreal. I feel every ripple of my orgasm, every singular cell where Zane and I are connected, and I never want it to end.

“Fuck.” He kisses my neck and my collarbone. “Nothing has ever felt this good.”

He’s right. I know he is. But as he draws out our release with slow, steady pumps into me, those doubts I shoved down earlier come right back to the surface.

Zane and I talked about starting “something,” but I have no idea what that “something” is.

Is this a relationship? Does he want that?

Or maybe this was his way of apologizing to me. Sorry I got drunk and left you with my son all night and threatened to fire you. Here’s my dick to make it all better.

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