Page 203 of Falling Offsides

Every moan that rumbles from her spurs me on. I eat her cunt like it’s my last meal on earth, and when her body trembles. Her cries grow louder, frantic and her body trembles as she rides my face.

“Don’t come yet,” I warn.

“Then don’t do that with your tongue,” she pants.

I grin against her. “You like howIworship you, Princess?”

“Fuck.” Her hands slap against the glass when I tease her pussy with a finger.

I stand up, pressing my chest to her back, as I pull my cock out and shove inside her in one long, brutal thrust.

“Yes! Yeees… yes… Auguste…” Her voice breaks with every drive as I fuck into her hard and fast.

“Louder,” I growl. “I want the city to know whose pussy this is.”

“Yours… fuck, Auguste… it’s yours…”

Her back arches as I grab her hips and angle them, fucking her deeper. The clench of her pussy says she’s close.

“I need you to… fuck… fuck… I need you to—” Court grabs my hand and lifts it to her throat. “Choke me…”

God, my balls tighten at her request, mirroring the squeeze of her cunt around me when I grip her throat. Her pulse is pounding in my palm as our bodies slap together rhythmically.

“Fuck, Snow… you know how to take me so good. So deep…”

Her thighs shake and the walls of her pussy tighten around my cock as she gets closer to orgasm.

“You wanna come?” She nods frantically. “Say it.”

I ease my grip, finding her stare in our reflection. “Please, baby…please?—”

“Then do it. Give it to me. Come for me.”

Her body convulses, shaking uncontrollably as she shatters over me, sucking me deeper.

A strangled cry echoes against the windowpane, and I fuck into her with one final thrust. My arm snaking tighter around her waist with every pulse of my cock as I empty myself inside her. My teeth latched on to her shoulder. Her head thrown back on mine… and I don’t know how I do it, but I hold her limp body against mine.

Eventually, she whispers, “You ruined the view.”

I kiss her shoulder tenderly. “No, baby. I made it unforgettable.”

FORTY-THREE

COURTNEY

"I thinkI'm drunk on gumbo and jazz," I murmur, leaning harder into Auguste's side as we stroll down Royal Street.

The cobblestones beneath my feet seem to sway slightly, though I've had nothing stronger than sweet tea with dinner. It's something else—the thick night air, heavy with promise, or maybe just the weight of his arm draped across my shoulders, anchoring me to him.

His arm tightens around me. "Pretty sure you're drunk on me."

I can feel his words rumble through his chest before they reach my ears. The vibration travels from his body to mine, settling somewhere low in my belly.

"Mm. Arrogant and probably correct. It's annoying."

He smirks and presses a kiss to the top of my head. His lips linger there, warm against my hair, and I feel the gentle inhale as he breathes me in. "You love it."

I do.

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