Page 25 of The Goalie

She nodded her head, her feather-light hair fluttering with the jerking of her head. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

I smacked her again.

She let out a moan.

“Tell me,” I commanded her. “Tell me you like it.”

“I like it,” she managed to get out.

I smacked her again.

I didn’t give her a chance to breathe before pushing inside of her and grabbing her other hip with my hand. I was probably bruising her. It wasn’t my intention. I never wanted to hurt her at all. And yet, there was a sick part of my mind that reveled in the fact that I was claiming her as mine, that I left my mark on her like she was a wine glass and my fingerprints were tattooed on the glass.

The noises she made when I stretched her, when I buried myself in her slickness, caused my cock to twitch inside of her.

It was only after the third thrust that I realized I probably should have put a condom on. And yet, my mind was foggy with lust, delirious with desire. Because, goddammit, I was actually thinking that getting her pregnant wouldn’t be such a bad thing because, fuck, then she’d be mine and mine alone.

I growled. It was such a masculine thing, to take her, to own her, to bury my seed so deeply in her pussy. I clenched my teeth together, just thinking about it.

I nearly came right there.

I continued to thrust inside of her. It amazed me just how addicted I was to her pussy. When I left to get ready for my game, I could still feel her on my cock even though she wasn’t anywhere near me. If I closed my eyes, I could still smell her scent. It was intoxicating, something I never experienced in the entire time I had been having sex.

And now she was mine.

I spanked her again. I grabbed her hair with my fingers and tugged her hair back gently. She let out a growl and my cock twitched inside of her.

Good. I wanted her angry.

With my free hand, I reached around her and began to rub her clit. She let out a gasp and nearly collapsed onto the couch. I smirked. I liked knowing I could do that to her. I liked knowing I had that power over her.

“You’re mine,” I said through clenched teeth. My climax was building. I didn’t want to release myself into her too soon, however. I didn’t want to do anything until she experienced her own pleasure. The last thing I wanted when it came to Sam was to be selfish.

“Uh-huh.” She barely said the words. Her breath came in quick huffs and she was looking straight ahead. I released her hair so I could hold on to her hip, keeping myself steady inside of her as my other hand moved against her sex.

“Tell me,” I commanded her. “I want to hear it from you. Tell me.”

I didn’t understand why this was so important to me. I didn’t know why I needed to hear it when I had a capable mind willing to imagine whatever the fuck I wanted, especially when I was having sex.

But I couldn’t.

To make it real, she needed to actually say the words.

“I’m yours,” she managed to get out. “Yours.”

“No one else will ever touch you.” The words started to come without my consent. It was like everything had been bottled up and I didn’t even know it, and now that I’d said one thing, everyone wanted a turn at it. “You are mine. If anyone else even looks at you the wrong way, I will beat the shit out of them.”

“Fuck.”

Her breathing quickened. She was close.

“You like belonging to me?” I went on. “You like when I tell you that you’re mine?”

“Yes, oh God, yes.” I managed to catch sight of her profile, how she closed her eyes in ecstasy.

It happened so fast she didn’t even have a chance to tell me when she came. Suddenly, the inside of her pussy grabbed my cock and choked me. She spasmed against me, trying to milk me, and I let her. I released inside of her, letting out a cry of—

Satisfaction? Appreciation? Pleasure? Relief? Everything rolled into one?

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