Page 86 of Goalie's Obsession

I grip myself as her pussy glistens, wet and swollen, lips flushed pink and glistening with slick heat before my eyes. A soft trail of hair leads down to her center, the prettiest little arrow I’ve ever seen.

Goddamn.

I run one hand up her thigh, fingers sliding inward to part her gently, to stroke along the sensitive seam until she moans into the pillow. I watch, utterly spellbound, as her clit pulses, already engorged, begging for attention.

"You’re dripping for me already," I groan, voice rough as gravel. “You’ve got the sweetest pussy I’ve ever seen, baby. I could fucking stare at you like this for hours.”

Her hips twitch back toward me. “Connor… please.”

“Please what?” I murmur, trailing my fingers along her slick folds, rubbing her gently. “You want my fingers? My cock?”

I dip one finger inside slowly—so tight,so hot—then add a second, curling just right.

“Want me to ruin you, baby?”

“God—yes,” she gasps. “I need you, please."

I keep sliding my finger in her pussy, watching the way her body sinks down onto my hand. So fucking needy.

"That's it, baby. Talk to me. Tell me how good you feel right now."

She moans. "Fuck… Connor. You’re so good to me. I—fuck—I’m so lucky.”

My heart stutters. I didn't expectthat.

Even wrecked and needy, she’s soft. Sweet. Absolutely perfect.

I press kisses along her back as I pump my fingers deeper, working her open while my thumb circles her clit in dirty patterns that have her squirming. She whimpers. Shakes. Her body rocks against the mattress, chasing everything I give her.

“Fuck, baby,” I pant. “You feel that? You’re gripping me so tight. You were made for this. Made forme.”

I slide my fingers free and move further onto the bed, quickly guiding my cock against her entrance.

It's so hard it aches, pulsing with the kind of need that borders on desperate. I line myself up and look down at her sweet, swollen pussy. It's velvety soft and glistening for me. My cock looks thick, heavy, flushed an angry purple against her folds.

Then, slowly, so fucking slowly... I push inside.

“Jesus.”

We both cry out in pleasure as her heat swallows me whole. Every muscle in my body goes tight trying not to come from the first thrust.

I grab her hips, pull her back against me, and rock into her—long, deep strokes that make her moan into the bed. Her hands fist the sheets. Her back arches and I lose myself in the rhythm of her, my hand coming down on the curve of her ass with a sharp slap.

"Fuck!" Lucy screams out, pushing her hips back so I slide in even deeper.

She’s so damn tight around me, so wet I can feel every drag, every pulse, every tremble in her thighs.

“Mine,” I growl, leaning over her. “You’re fucking mine, Lucy Lou.”

“Yes,” she cries out, voice wrecked and raw. “God, yes. I’m yours. Always.”

I reach forward, find her hand on the bed, and thread our fingers together. Anchor her to me. Anchormetoher.

Her body clenches around me so hard I nearly fall apart.

“Connor—oh god—I’m coming—” she cries, her voice all breath and broken pleasure as she reaches beneath her body and rubs her clit in hard, circular motions.

"Fuck, baby. Yes!"

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