Page 67 of The Only Goal

“Your dad was so stoic, trying to make out that they were delicious.” My stomach shakes with a giggle. “I mean, I guess they weren’t all bad, but…”

“They weren’t great, TT.” He perches up on his elbow so our noses are basically touching. “But nothing can be worse than that cheese-less vegan pizza thing she tried that one time. You don’t put pumpkin and eggplant on a pizza. That’s just wrong.”

I tip my head back as a loud laugh pops out of me.

Baxter lightly slaps his hand over my mouth. “Shhhh. You don’t want to wake Kai. The poor kid will be traumatized if he walks in to find us both naked.”

My boobs jiggle, and I keep on laughing.

They draw his eye, and he stares at them with a mix of affection and desire. His hand drops from my mouth, and I let him look, finding his gaze a turn-on. He makes me feel sexy in a way that no one ever has before.

“I want you inside me again,” I whisper.

His fingers graze my breast, trailing down the curve before twirling around my nipple. His eyebrows flicker with a frown. “What if it’s as quick as last time?”

“Then I’ll enjoy it just as much.” I lean forward and start nibbling his neck.

His throat vibrates with a groan, and my knuckles whistle down his torso until my fingers are wrapping around his iron cock. He’s hard as granite, and my insides immediately melt to liquid.

I’m ready for him with zero foreplay and roll him onto his back.

“Wait, what about protection?” He holds me at arm’s length when I try to climb on top of him.

“I’m on the pill.” I smirk down at him. “And that didn’t seem to bother you last time?”

“Last time my brain was functioning on zero blood flow.”

I laugh and stare down at his cock, which is standing to attention, the head beading with anticipation. “It looks like you might be suffering from the same problem now.”

He closes his eyes and swallows. “Yeah, I’m feeling pretty incoherent, but…”

“But nothing, Bax.” I wait until he opens his eyes before smiling down at him.

Taking his hands, I place them on my boobs. He immediately starts to massage them and tries to sit up so he can kiss them, but I push him back down. My hands look small on his broad shoulders, and I know he’s letting me boss him around without any kind of fight. He’s strong and more than capable of being in charge, but he just lies there while I straddle him, lining up his cock with my weeping folds and sinking onto him.

He grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my soft flesh as he lets out a guttural moan.

I keep pushing, stretching myself to the point of pain, but the good kind. He’s big and all-consuming. He fills me, and I’m not even sure if I can take him all the way in, but I can’t stop myself either.

A soft cry punches out of me, my fingers digging into his pecs as I lower myself all the way to the hilt.

“You okay?” He gives me a worried frown.

I snap my eyes shut and nod, biting my bottom lip, unable to speak.

Am I okay?

My body’s buzzing with an electrical current that’s overpowering. My insides are going nuts, and all I can feel is his large cock taking me to the edge.

“You’re big,” I whisper.

“Too big? I’m not hurting you, am I?” He goes to move, like the thought is too much.

“Stay,” I order him.

“But…”

“It’s good, Bax.” I rise, then slowly slide back down on him.

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