Page 142 of Beneath the Stands (Sugarlake 2)

I’ll let you get back to time with your momma.”

My heart stutters as she starts to leave. There’s this feeling that’s been flittering inside me for days. An anxious energy that bursts as she walks down the path back to the lot.

“Hey,” I yell.

She turns, her eyebrow quirking.

“You hungry?”

A smile spreads across her face, highlighting the rosy hue that dusts across her cheeks.

She nods.

My heart leaps.

I follow.

Epilogue

Becca

There’s a sting in my back, but I wouldn’t be able to tell you what it’s from. Probably one of the random things on my desk that I’m currently laying on top of while Eli does delicious things in between my thighs.

“God, Eli, quit teasin’ me. You’re drivin’ me insane.”

“Good things come to those who wait, baby girl.” He smirks up at me.

I quirk a brow. “Is that what you tell your players after you lose all those games?”

He chuckles, skimming my body with his hands as he rises back up, his lips meeting mine. “That fuckin’ mouth of yours.”

I grin against his lips, leaning in to nip at them. He catches my mouth before I can break away, his tongue tangling with mine. My eyes close while I savor his taste, a moan slipping out when I feel his cock nudging my center, then sliding inside me until we’re hip to hip. He pulls out and repeats the action, my walls fluttering around him—his tongue having done most of the work to get me where I need to be. The heat spreads from my core through my body, my muscles seizing in anticipation.

“This is gonna be quick, we have places to be.” He palms my ass, angling me so he can hit deeper.

“If you’d quit talkin’ and just fuck me, we’d get there faster.”

He smirks, pulling out and gripping his cock, his forearm flexing as he strokes himself. “Say please.”

I shake my head, biting my lips to hide my smile.

He leans in, smearing his precum along my slit as he drags his tip between my folds. “Shame. What will my sister think when we’re late to dinner?”

“I’ll just tell her you couldn’t satisfy my needs quick enough.”

His hand comes up and wraps around my throat, his fingers squeezing just enough to cut off my air supply. Sparks fire, my pussy clenching against nothing, desperate to be filled.

“Keep it up, Rebecca, and I’ll come on top of this pretty pussy instead of inside you.” He emphasizes his words by sliding his length back and forth against my clit, making my legs shake with the tension that’s pulling tight inside me.

He lessens his grip on my neck. “Tell me,” he rasps.

“Please.”

“Good girl.” He thrusts hard and fucks me fast, the motion causing the pens on the corner of my desk to shake. My legs come up to wrap around him, needing him deeper.

He trails kisses along my jaw until his head rests in the crook of my neck. His breaths are heavy on my skin, causing tingles to shoot down my spine and goose bumps to sprout over my body.

“I love being inside you.”

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