Page 82 of Overtime Goal
I got them up there, and when he angled his cock against my hole, my pulse went haywire. The roar in my ears drowned out everything except my racing heart. He met my eyes and raised his brows.
I nodded and took a shallow breath. “Do it.”
He pushed. Nothing. Another try. Still nothing except frustrated grunts from both of us.
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “Exhale and push out a little, like you’re… you know.”
“Got it. Go again.” I blew out a breath, and on the next push, my body opened for him. He slid inside, ripping a strangled noise out of my throat, followed by, “Fuck. You’re in.”
“You doing okay?”
“Burns like hell, but I want it.”
“You feel…” He groaned and shut his eyes for a second. “Fucking incredible. Breathe for me, because I have to move a little.”
I grabbed the sheets. He started wiggling, inching in and out with tiny strokes, giving me time to adjust. It was too much andnot enough all at once, an ache edged with pleasure. My legs trembled where they rested on his shoulders.
“Shit,” I whispered. “Fuck me.”
Every subtle thrust made me clench around him, and each time, he groaned. Then he leaned down and kissed me again. I clung to him, never wanting to let go. My legs slipped from his shoulders, and I wrapped them around his waist and pulled him in. Something inside me eased.
“That’s it, babe,” he whispered. “There you go.”
He pushed in deeper until he was completely inside me. We both gasped when he hit home. His cock was huge, a solid, pulsing weight that settled deep in my gut. When he flexed it, a rush of pleasure exploded behind my eyes.
“Jesus, Ade.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “You feel so fucking good.”
I held him, still catching my breath. “You too. I love it even more than I thought I would.”
“Everything okay? Tell me if I can do anything to make this better for you.”
“Thanks.” I moaned, shifting beneath him. “Just fuck me.”
He pulled out nearly to the tip, then pushed back in. I moaned again, and when he did it harder, I shouted. He kept it up, one slam blurring into another, each one harder and deeper than the one before. His rhythm was brutal and perfect, and every thrust stole my breath. The room echoed with slick, filthy sounds as flesh pounded flesh and the bed frame creaked like it might give. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine, and I raked my nails down his back.
Pain blurred into heat, pressure, and something so deep I never wanted to be without it again. I couldn’t shut up. “Fucking yes. Fucking yes. Fucking… yes!”
“You’re mine,” he growled, slamming in hard. “Take it.”
“Fuck. Harder!”
I thrashed, trying to meet him thrust for thrust, but he held me down and took over, ramming into me fast, without mercy. One savage drive knocked the wind out of me. I gasped and moaned, drowning in the pleasure. My cock was rock hard, leaking like a faucet.
He pushed up on one arm, spat in his other hand, and wrapped it around my cock. His grip was perfect, and he matched the rhythm of his hips. I nearly lost my mind.
The obscene sounds were louder now, the harsh slap of his flesh against mine combined with our desperate gasps and cries. The bed rocked harder, banging against the wall.
Logan widened his eyes and let out a strangled groan. I clung to his neck, and he bit my arm. It was so possessive I felt safer than ever, and as he blew on the spot, he drove his cock into me even harder.
“Jesus,” I choked out. “Gonna come. Please don’t stop. Don’t!”
He was gritting his teeth, fucking me with short, punishing thrusts, and I was closer with each one.
“Come for me,” he said. “Let me feel you lose it.”
I cried out, a half-sob, as my orgasm tore through me. Thick, white streams striped my chest. My asshole gripped him harder with every shot, dragging the moment out into one endless surge of pleasure.
He rammed into me and froze, then threw his head back and shouted my name as he came. Even with the condom, I felt the spurts deep inside me. His body jerked with each shot.
