Page 64 of Blood Sport

“I’m not going to go easy on you, little angel,” I warn, meeting her eyes once again. “The bruises I’m going to leave on your hips and the hand prints on your ass will be a reminder of who you belong to. I warned you last night, and I’m always a man of my word.”

Before she can utter a response, I grab her ass cheeks, spread them, and push my cock through her folds. A cry leaves Evie’s lips at the same time I groan when I bottom out, her pussy hugging me tightly. So fucking warm. I’ve waited way too long for this moment, and now that it’s finally here, I feel complete.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I say through clenched teeth, dragging my dick back just to slam it into her again. My hand connecting with her ass echoes across the room.

Evie can barely form words as I move my hips against her, my fingers digging into the soft skin around her hips for support. The water is still rushing over us as our bodies move together. I find myself looking toward the front of the locker room at the closed door as the wet sound of skin slapping together echoes throughout the shower. I know it’s not the end of the first half yet, but I would hate for someone to walk in right now, especially Miles.

Another cry is forced from Evie’s lips when I reach forward and wrap my hand around her neck, squeezing tight enough that it’s pleasurable and not completely constricting her airways. The soft sounds that fall from her lips are all for me, driving me absolutely insane.

“That’s it, Ev,” I praise, slamming my hips against her harder. “You take my cock like the good girl that you are.”

I can feel my fangs lengthening as the hunger for blood—her blood—stirs deep within my stomach, but I fight back the feeling. As much as I would love to give into my bloodlust and sink my fangs into her neck, now is not the right time. I continue to drive into her, my pace quickening as the seconds tick by. I reach down with my free hand to grab one of Evie’s arms, pulling it behind her back while I let go of her throat with the other to reach around and grab one of her breasts. It fits perfectly in my hands. I squeeze it roughly, earning a moan from my little angel.

“Are you on birth control?” I ask through gritted teeth, driving my cock deep inside of her.

All she can manage is a sharp nod. She groans as I palm her with one hand, pulling her off the wall until her back is flush against my chest, my cock still pounding into her soft pussy. The new position is almost too much for me as my vision begins to blur and my stomach tightens.

“Jay-len,” she cries, her breathing rapid.

“Fuck,” I grunt, my hips slamming into hers. “I’m going to fucking co—”

Evie cries out as she falls over the edge, and I’m not too far behind her, unloading into her wet core. My fangs brush against my lips as I grunt and slam my hips into her one last time, shooting my seed deep inside of her before pulling out.

My limbs feel heavy, but I manage to hold Evie up in my arms as her body comes down from the orgasm. The water is now freezing as it runs over the both of us; Evie’s clothes are a forgotten pile in the corner. Her hair is sticking to the side of her face and her breathing is heavy as she tries to catch her breath.

“Holy fuck,” she whispers, dropping her head back to rest against my shoulder.

I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her close to me. “Do you believe that you’re my girl now?”

Evie spins on her heels to face me, her eyes heavy with desire, and her cheeks stained pink. She opens her mouth to speak, but in the distance, I hear a whistle blow, signaling the end of the first half.

“Shit,” I curse, letting go of Evie to grab her wet clothes from the floor.

“What?” she asks, confused.

“The first half is over. You’ve got to get out of her before the team comes down.”

Her eyes widen as she realizes the gravity of the situation. “Fuck.”

While she busies herself with straightening her bra and attempting to find her ruined panties, I switch off the shower and walk over to my locker. Pulling out a clean T-shirt, I turn to give it to her. “Here, wear this.”

Evie eyes the graphic T-shirt for a second before she takes it and slides it over her head. The material falls around her shoulders, the hem reaching the middle of her thigh like a dress. God, she looks so cute in my clothes. I slip on a pair of gym shorts to cover up before the team walks in.

“When you go home wearing my shirt with no underwear, just remember whose cum is dripping down your thighs.”

She bites her lip and it takes everything in me not to drag her into the shower and bend her over again, but I can hear the team getting closer, so I take her by the shoulders and guide her to the back door that opens into a hallway, leading out to the parking lot.

As Evie steps out into the hallway, she turns to face me, her cheeks flushed. She shoves at my bare shoulder with her hand. “I’m still mad at you for what you did tonight.”

I grin, leaning against the door. “I know.” I want to lean down and press my lips against hers, but there is a good chance she might slap me across the face, so I stay where I am.

Without saying a word, she huffs, spins on her heels, and rushes down the hallway as the team walks into the locker room, their voices filling my ears as Evie’s heartbeat moves further away.

“Jaylen!”

I close my eyes at the sound of Coach’s voice. I’m so fucked.

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