Page 132 of Falling Offsides

“What do you want, Court?” I blow over her soaked flesh.

“You. I want you.”

“How bad?” I tease her slit with the tip of my tongue.

“So bad,” she whines.

My cock is aching. My balls are tight and ready to fuck every last drop of my need into her. To mark her from the inside out.

“So bad you’d beg for it?” A frantic nod is all I get when I peek across her body. “So bad you’d fucking crawl for it?”

Courtney nods again, but I want her words. Her vocal acknowledgement that she’s as fucking crazy into this… into us as me. That we are equally desperate for each other.

“Answer me,” I demand, spanking the flat of her hips with my hand. “Use your fucking words, Courtney.”

“Yes…” she croaks.

“Yes, you’ll beg?”

“Mhmm…”

“Words!” I spank her again and her eyes roll to the back of her head when my palm rubs her clit. “You want me so bad, you’d beg me to fuck you?”

“Yes. God, yes.” Her voice is thin and pitched

“You’ll crawl for me?”

“Yes, anything…please, Auguste.” Fuck me, she’s more beautiful than ever all strung out, desperate to get fucked by me. “I’ll do anything just… fuck me,please.”

“We’ll see, Princess,” is all I say, gripping her hips and easing her to her unsteady feet.

I don’t let go until I know she can stand without my hold. But as soon as she’s good, I pull back, taking in the sight of her wet cunt and marked thighs. Her dress haphazardly hanging from her elbows and her tits heavy with her desperation.

She looks so perfect I have to force myself to walk away. Each backward step leaves a deeper-set confusion on her gorgeous face. But she just said she’d do anything for my cock, and I want to see whatanythingmeans.

TWENTY-SIX

COURTNEY

What.The fuck. Just happened?

I look around the kitchen, taking in the oddly contained mess, my pulse is rocketing in my chest when I gather everything into the large bowl and put it in the sink. There’s no way I can stand here and rinse everything and load it all into the dishwasher.

I’m strung out. My thighs are pulsing from Auguste’s spanks and bites. From the way he worked me up and has left me wanting so desperately that I can’t even see straight.

My thighs are trembling. My pulse won’t calm down. I can still feel the spatula. His tongue. His goddamn teeth. I want to chase after him and make him finish what he started. To obliterate me from this world.

Instead, I stand here in a puddle of my own need, trying to remember who I was before Auguste—damn—Broussard turned me into his personal chew toy.

Well, jokes on him, right? Because I’m not that girl; who unravels just because a man tells her not to come.

Except… maybe I am.

God help me, I totally am. For him.

Shaking off my dress, I storm into my bedroom ready to reclaim my pride. Tossing myself onto the bed, I slide a hand between my thighs.

I’m sticky and wetter than I have ever been in my life. The slight brush of my fingers on my clit pulls a loud moan from deep in my core.

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