Page 76 of Goalie's Obsession

He’s huge. Beautiful. Smooth skin stretched tight over thick muscle, the tip flushed and slick as he drags it up and down, coating himself in how wet I already am for him.

I feelempty, like I'm aching to be filled by what he’s holding in his hand.

His gaze drops between my legs, watching the way my body reacts, and I swear he smirks.

“Look at you,” he growls, voice like gravel and heat. “Already gripping me, and I haven’t even pushed in yet.”

“I need you,” I whisper. “I’ve needed this for so long, I don’t even remember what it feels like to want anyone else.”

His jaw clenches. “Fuck, Lucy. That's deep. You wanna unpack that now or—”

I lean up and grab him by the shoulders, forcing him to fall down on top of me.

"Don't even think about it. Get inside me.Now."

With a laugh, because of course Connor Walsh makes this funny and romantic all at the same time, he pushes inside me.

I moan at the feeling and feel my body sink into the mattress. Just the head at first, the stretch making me gasp. He stills, his thumb brushing over my hipbone as he sinks a little deeper.

“You okay?”

I grip his biceps. “Don’t youdarestop.”

He chuckles low, but it’s frayed at the edges. Like he’s barely holding on, too.

He sinks deeper, slow, inch by inch—filling me completely, until I’m stretched around him and our hips are flush.

“Oh my God,” I breathe.

He’sthick. He’shard. He’sperfect. And I can feel every pulse of him inside me.

Holy shit.

This is happening. My brother’s best friend. The man I swore I’d never touch.

And now he’s buried inside me—completely, deeply, and without a single inch of hesitation.

There’s no going back after this. No pretending it didn’t happen. No hiding behind teasing glances and fake dating anymore.

Connor groans, forehead dropping to mine. “You feel like fucking heaven.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, locking him to me.

There's no going back.

“Then don’t let go. Ever.”

He smiles, brushes the hair off my face and starts to move his hips, his eyes never leaving mine.

This isn’t just sex. It’s connection. It’s clarity. It’s Connor, stripped bare and inside me in every possible way.

I reach up, fingertips brushing over his chest, tracing the sharp line of his collarbone. “Take this off.”

He yanks his shirt over his head in one fluid motion and tosses it aside, revealing golden skin and sculpted muscle that flexes as he holds himself above me.

God, he’sbeautiful.

But it’s not just the body. It’s theman. The vulnerability behind his eyes. The way he looks at me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters.

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