Page 52 of The Trophy

“I’m a little sore, but it’s the good kind of sore. The kind that makes me want more.”

What did I just say? Fucking perfect.

“I can be gentle,” I murmur, pressing a soft kiss on her lips. “Take it nice and slow…”

Mischief dances in Lakyn’s eyes. It’s a look I’m learning to love.

“You could. Or you could try and fuck me harder than Blaze. I liked the way he took me, it was hot and a little wild. I’m not a fragile little doll, I can take all you have to give.”

Che Dio mi aiuti (God help me).

I can’t stifle the smile that tugs on the corner of my lips. “Do you want wild?”

She nods, her eyes as huge as saucers, looking like the perfect picture of innocence.

“Benissimo (fine), I’ll give you wild.”

In one fell swoop, I turn Lakyn around, so that she’s facing away from me, toward the headboard.

I climb off the bed, grabbing her by the ankles and dragging her toward me.

She squeals, surprised; her giggles go straight to my cock. I’m so hard that I legit wonder how I didn’t pass out.

I slow down just a little, making sure that her feet are safely on the carpeted floor of my bedroom.

“Bend over a little,” I accompany my words with a hand on her back, encouraging her to lean forward, resting her hips on the mattress. “Use your hands to keep yourself upright.”

“Like this?”

I love how eager to please she is. “Exactly like that. Good girl. You’re fucking perfect.”

I mean it.

The view of Lakyn’s perfect, toned ass is hot enough that I could blow my load just looking at it.

But I’m going to do way more than just look.

I fist the base of my hard cock, aiming at the entrance of her pretty pussy.

The urge to slam all the way home is powerful, but I’m gonna make this good for her. Blaze made her come twice tonight and I can’t be selfish. We might be teammates, we’re becoming good friends and we agreed to try to see if we can coexist and not ask Lake to choose. But this doesn’t mean that I’m not competitive. I’m an elite athlete and winning is in my DNA.

“Oh.” Lakyn gasps when I drag the length of my shaft over the seam of her slit.

She wiggles her hips, shoving her ass toward me for more and I’m more than happy to oblige. “Has anyone ever told you that you have the most perfect ass and the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen?” I ask, on the verge of losing my mind if I don’t feel her soft, silky flesh wrapped around me.

“Luca,” she pants, as we’re practically dry-humping each other.

“Si bella,” I growl, drawing back so that this time I can thrust into her.

She’s so fucking wet, Blaze’s cum has started to leak out of her and that, combined with the silky texture of her own arousal makes things extremely slippery.

Maybe the fact that I’m coming into contact with another guy’s cum should bother me. I guess it would if it was anyone else’s, but after a slightly awkward moment in LA when I considered the mechanics of sharing the same girl, I’m totally beyond caring.

I press myself into her, my hands keeping her hips steady, my balls hitting the smooth skin of her slit when I draw back and enter her again.

“Oh my God, Luca,” she pants. “This feels amazing.”

That’s all the encouragement I need to keep fucking her at a hard, punishing pace.

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