Page 77 of Goalie's Obsession

“Connor…” My voice breaks.

He stills. “What is it?”

“I don’t think I can ever stop wanting you after this.”

His entire body shudders like he realizes the same thing I am right now. This isn’t a mistake. It isn’t lust. It isn’t revenge or timing or the thrill of breaking a rule.

It'sreal.

“Then don’t,” he whispers. “Because I don’t want you to. I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you.”

He thrusts again—deeper now, rougher—and I cry out, my back arching off the bed.

His hands slide down to grip my hips, angling me perfectly as he fucks me slow and deep. His body pins me to the mattress, his weight grounding me in a way I didn’t know I needed.

“Lucy,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight. It’s like your bodyknowsme.”

I moan, nails scraping down his back.

“Faster,” I gasp. “Please.”

He gives me exactly what I want—his rhythm intensifying, hips slamming into mine with thick, wet slaps that echo through the room.

I reach down between us, fingers finding my clit, circling the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts.

His eyesdarken, and he groans at the sight. “Fuck. That’s so hot. Touch yourself for me, baby. ”

I moan loudly as my orgasm builds sharp and fast, curling low and tight as he pounds into me, hitting every single spot that makes my toes curl.

“You close?” he grits out.

I nod, breath catching. “So close—don’t stop—”

His hand covers mine, guiding my fingers against my clit. “Come on, Lucy. Come for me.”

The orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave, my whole body shaking as I clamp down around him, crying out his name.

Connor lets go with a strangled curse, burying himself deep and pulsing inside me as he comes, heat flooding me in long, shuddering waves.

We collapse together, tangled and breathless, our sweat-slicked skin sliding as he rolls us gently to the side, still wrapped around me.

I bury my face in his neck, my fingers tracing the tattoo on his ribs.

“I’ve never had sex like that before,” I whisper.

“Good,” he mutters into my hair, voice still wrecked. “Because you’re never having it with anyone else.”

I laugh, breathless.

But it’s not just about the sex.

It’s about him.

It’s aboutus.

Connor’s chest rises and falls beneath me and for a few minutes, I lie there, still trembling, still trying to process what just happened. What we just did.

I press a kiss to his shoulder, his skin warm and damp beneath my lips.

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