Page 120 of Once Upon a Fake Date

Dropping her on the bed, I didn’t waste a single second, stripping my clothes off before tugging her skirt and pretty pink undies down and pushing my jersey up past her hips. I groaned at the sight of her spread out for me.

Just like our first time.

“Fuck,” I groaned, using my fingers to spread her open. “Look at you. So wet and perfect for me. Your pussy is the prettiest shade of pink, Audrey.” Dipping down, I brought our lips back together, kissing her roughly as I pushed my fingers back inside of her, making sure she was ready for my cock.

The little breathy noises she was making were going straight to my cock, standing at attention and begging to be inside of her as I continued to fuck her with my fingers.

When I could feel her getting close, I pulled them out. She let out a little whimper as I sucked them clean, keeping my eyes locked on hers.

“How do you want me?” Audrey fluttered her eyelashes, running her fingers down her body before bunching the jersey up at her waist.

“On your knees,” I ordered. “Let me see my name on your back as I fuck you. Jersey stayson.”

She scrambled up on her hands and knees, raising her ass into the air and giving me the perfect few of my last name across her back.

One day, it would be hers, too. It was crazy to already be thinking about marrying her one day, but I couldn’t help it.

There was no one else I could see in my future. Not when we fit just right together. She made me a better person in every possible way, and I wanted to give her everything.

Kneeling behind her on the bed, I spread her cheeks wide, massaging her cute little ass with my hands.

“Parker,” Audrey moaned as I continued to lavish attention everywhere but where I knew she needed it. “Get inside of me.”

Knowing neither one of us could wait much longer, I positioned myself at her entrance, driving deep inside of her with one shallow thrust.

“Did you need my cock, baby?” I asked, holding her hips, keeping my pelvis pressed against her backside.

She hummed in response, tightening her pussy around me, and I groaned. “Fuck. Feels so good.”

I gave her a light smack against the ass, and Audrey let out a small moan, so I did it again. Not quite enough to cause pain, but enough that I could tell it brought her pleasure.

“More,” she begged.

“So beautiful,” I rasped, gathering up her long blond streaks in my fists and tugging them as I snapped my hips into hers, over and over again, fucking her hard, just like she wanted.

I’m panting, trying to hold myself back, trying to think about anything except for how good it felt like this, how tight and wet she was as I buried myself inside of her.

And all the while, as I pumped inside of her, my eyes were glued to my jersey. The thing that proved she wasmine.She had been from the very first moment she’d put it on.

It was that thought that I kept in my mind as I brought her to a climax and as I followed behind. That she was mine.

I was hers, and she was mine, and no championship in the world was as good of a prize as the blonde in my arms screaming my name as both of us descended into utter bliss.

It was the weekend,and for once, we didn’t have anywhere to be. It had been a little over two weeks since my team had won the championship game, and I was practically floating on air. Everything was different.

Because I had the girl.

She was mine. My Rosie Girl.

My sleeping beauty, who had fallen asleep in our bed. The one we shared. In our apartment. Living together still felt surreal. I’d loved having her in my room whenever she stayed over this semester, but this was different. No sneaking out. No worrying about getting caught.

Our clothes hung together in the closet, and it felt domestic as fuck to make breakfast for her every morning and dinner together every night.

If there was one thing about my girl, it was that she wasnota morning person. Since the season was over, I went for a run every morning to stay in shape, but I let my girl sleep.

I couldn’t imagine life any differently. Twenty-two, and I could see my future clearly. Audrey and I were already living together, and after we graduated next year, we would do life together. I’d started talking with firms in New York City, and hopefully, one of them would give me a job offer. She was already looking for casting notices and trying to find an agent who would help her get cast in a role on Broadway. And while my girl knew it might not be easy, it was what was in her heart.

And I never wanted her to do anything other than follow her passion, to reach for the stars. Because she was a star, so brilliant and bright, and I wanted to help hold her up.

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