Page 86 of A Pretty Fixation

“Here it is.” He stifles my cry with his greedykiss as he drives his thick cock into my drenched pussy, thrusting hard andfast.

“How many goals should I score for you, baby?”

“Many,” I whimper, tugging at his bottom lip withmy teeth.

Draping my other leg around him, he uses the stonestructure for balance.

“Oh god!” I link my arms around his neck. “Shit!It feels so good.”

“I’m the only one who’ll ever fuck you,” hedeclares, staring into my eyes while he pounds the life out of me. “The onlyone. You’re the last girl I’ll ever be with, Jordyn.”

“Caleb...” I tighten my grip as the molten-likepleasure rushes my middle.

“Ahh,” he groans into my mouth, starting to quiverwith me.

We both erupt at the same time, kissing like feralcreatures while he shoots his semen into me.

The euphoric high slowly calms, and we’re leftbreathless.

Caleb carefully sets me on my feet and kisses meagain. Afterward, I grab napkins from my bag for us to clean up.

He fixes his joggers, and I smooth down my dress,staring at his cum on the ground that dripped out of me.

I’m about to retrieve my underwear, but Calebgrabs it and sticks it into his pocket.

I scoff. “What are you doing?”

“I need it to get me through the hours until I seeyou later. Because best believe I’ll be fucking you again later.”

I pull my lips into a flirty smile. “I’m countingon it.” I nod over his shoulders. “Hurry. Three goals and I’ll ride you allnight.”

Fresh hunger mists his ashen-gray eyes. “Fuck,Jordyn.” He gives me a quick yet sensual kiss. “Love you. See you later forthat ride.”

“Love you, too. Go.”

Grinning, he hastens off to catch the bus to NewYork. I delay in the spot to settle my still aroused body.

I have to go to the dorm for underwear because noway will I sit through classes with traces of Caleb running out of me.

Another victory propels me on a cloud ofexcitement. The team’s now on a five-game winning streak—a first for us.

I’m sure it’ll please Jordyn that I scored fourgoals for that ride she offered to give me later.

After the match, we return to the hotel to showerand eat to start the journey home.

As we’re boarding the bus, Coach Walters calls meover. A tall and athletic-looking older man with dark umber skin is standingnext to him.

“Caleb, this is Ron Adamu,” Coach introduces.“He’s the rep from Hartford soccer club.”

I shake his hand. “How’s it going, sir?”

“Fantastic,” Mr. Adamu says happily. “I’m veryimpressed with your skills, Caleb.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Now, I don’t want to steer your focus from thechampionship. But I hope you’ll consider coming by the office in a few weeks totalk with the head coach and management. Son, I think there’s a spot for you onthe team.”

“Seriously?” I sputter in my appreciation.“That’s… I don’t know what to say.” It’s not the Revs, but this is still agreat club.

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