Page 75 of Goalie's Obsession

The first swipe of his tongue is slow. A careful, lingering drag from the bottom of my pussy all the way up, parting me like something to be savored.

My hips jolt. A soft sound tears from my throat.

“Oh—fuck.”

My hips jerk, hands fisting the sheets.

It’s not just pleasure. It’s the shock of finally being touched after imagining it for so long. After wanting this,needingthis, through every bite of flirtation and every stolen look across a crowded room.

He groans low, mouth sealing over me in the next breath like he’s starved and I’m the only thing that could possibly satisfy him.

And I know—every single part of me knows—that no rooftop, no candles, no rose petals could ever compare to this.

Tohim.

He groans again, the vibration hitting my clit so good.

“Fuck. Damn sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he mutters, his voice muffled as he licks me again, then again, dragging his tongue through my folds with devastating precision.

I can’t breathe.

His hands are rough where they grip my thighs, calloused thumbs pressing into my skin as he pins me down like I might try to escape.

Not a chance.

When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I arch off the bed with a strangled cry. He doesn’t let up—just groans like he’sfeasting, like he’s starved and I’m the only thing that can satisfy him.

“Connor—” My voice breaks. “Oh myGod—”

“That’s it,” he growls. “Come on, baby. Let me hear it. Let mefeelit.”

I shatter with his mouth on me, a full-body quake that leaves me breathless and blinking at the ceiling like I’ve just been turned inside out.

When he rises, he drags his tongue up my stomach, licking the taste of me from his lips. His eyes are wild, pupils blown, jaw tight with restraint as he towers over me, a sight of pure masculinity that has juices flowing down my thigh.

I can see the outline of his hard cock pressing against his boxers as I pop the button and yank the zipper down. I reach in, wrap my hand around him—thick, hot,perfect—and feel him twitch in my grip.

He sucks in a breath, muscles tensing. “Jesus, Lucy…”

Pulling him down, I guide him closer, dragging the head of his cock against my soaked entrance.

“I’ve wanted this,” I whisper against his ear, letting him groan against my body. “For so long, Connor.”

“Then take it, baby. Take everything you deserve.”

Connor kneels above me, one hand fisted in the sheets beside my head, the other cradling the base of his cock as he strokes the thick, heavy length through my slick folds.

And holyfuck, seeing it—seeinghimlike this—is something else entirely.

I felt him in the ocean. Hard and thick behind that waistband. I touched him. Stroked him and teased him with nothing but the water between us and the threat of being caught.

Now there’s nothing in the way of the beautiful sight before me. No shorts. No surf. Justhim, naked and unapologetically hard for me as he pulls back on his cock, nudging it against me as his eyes lock on mine.

“Lucy…” His voice is a whisper. “You sure?”

I nod, but that’s not enough.

Every ridge, every vein, every swollen, aching inch glides against me—and I swear my pussysqueezesjust from the sight of it.

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