Page 64 of My Grumpy Billionaire Soccer Star

“Don’t stop.” My mouth is frantic and fevered under his, and my nails scrape wickedly down his back before digging into his hips.

Vaughn grips my hips tighter, bending me some more and lining his cock against my slit. He groans as he slips inside me. I feel my mind going blank when Vaughn is fully inside me. His cock throbs as he stays in place, catching his breath.

I moan, arching some more and waiting for him to fuck me. Vaughn slaps his cock against my pussy before rubbing it against my ass. The feeling of need coursing through our bodies as he humps my ass is nothing compared to what I need. I move my body backward, rubbing myself against him as well.

Suddenly, he speeds up, his groin slapping against my ass. I gasp, my hands grasping at thin air as he fucks me harder. His cock reaches deeper inside me, brushing against my most sensitive parts and driving me crazy. I turned around to look at him and see his face contorted in pure ecstasy.

He pulls me closer, slipping his cock even deeper than I expected. I bite my bottom lip to keep my moans from spilling out. His hands hold my hips, keeping me slightly bent. Vaughn leans in to kiss my sensitive earlobes before whispering dirty things into them.

I ride that wild whip of sensation that snaps through my mind and body, shuddering and craving more. It burns through me, fueling me until I think I’d go mad from the sheer force of my own greed.

I grind my hips against him, pushing back in urgent demand, and cry out when he drives hard and deep inside me. And still, it isn’t enough. My hips move in a brutal bid for speed as I groan my desire over the sharp sound of flesh striking flesh, striking the wall.

Equally as aroused as I am, Vaughn rides with me in that fast, sweaty race toward release until his vision blurs and his blood screams. Then he drives us both, quivering, to the finish.

I quiver through multiple orgasms and beg him to stop, but he keeps driving me wild until my legs buckle.

My heart is still thundering when I drop my head to his shoulder. I gulp air, feel it catch, then tear into my parched lungs and out again.

I am naked, sweaty, and pinned to the wall inside my small bedroom, just a few meters away from Collins and their other teammates. A mix of conflicting emotions races through me. I feel horrified, yet for some reason, I am not really embarrassed. In fact, I am delighted.

“You okay?” His voice is muffled, and I feel his lips move against my hair.

“I think I’m a lot better than okay. I think I’m still on a cloud somewhere.”

“You were. You are.” He’d just taken me against the wall. Or I’d taken him. “Can’t think yet,” he admits, bracing a hand against the wall to remain upright and ease back just enough to watch me laugh.

“Am I still standing?” he asks.

“I thought you wanted to remain professional,” I tell him in a teasing tone.

“Well, I lost control of myself.” Vaughn looks at me, his eyes filled with longing and frustration. “Rachel, we can’t keep doing this.”

My heart is racing, and I say, “But I don’t want to stop. Not now, not ever. It’s time to talk about what happened on that island.”

“I know,” he says, running a hand through his hair, the tension palpable. “But it’s complicated.”

I step closer again, feeling the energy between us grow. “Complicateddoesn’t have to meanover.”

The world outside forgotten, we are once again caught in the whirlwind of our feelings, and then we are flung back together.

Chapter twenty-eight

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Vaughn

It’s match day, and the stadium’s atmosphere is electric as fans mill around to watch the game. I can think of nothing but Rachel and how she refused to back down from me earlier. I tried to hold things together, but she wouldn’t let me dictate what she did. It really angers me and fuels the jealousy I wasn’t aware of, had been burning all along.

The tension tightens in my chest as I step into the locker room. My teammates are laughing and joking, and I laugh along, but it’s hollow. I can’t get that image of Rachel’s defiance out of my head—her defiance of me. It’s exciting, and frustrating. It scares me because she should be able to make her own choices. With Collins’s renewed interest in her and someone else trying to get close, it’s enough to make my blood boil.

“Hey, Vaughn!” one of my teammates calls out, breaking my train of thought. “You good? You seem a bit off today.”

“I’m fine, yeah,” I answer, smiling but not quite making it to my eyes.

The truth is, I’m not fine. I am a mess, feeling things, I thought I had under control.

I can’t concentrate as we get ready for the game. I start to think of Rachel’s words—her resolve to keep her word no matter what. I respect her power, but I also think it’s a test of my authority. I’m the one who is supposed to be in control, the one who leads, but here I am, fighting to get control of everything.

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