Page 44 of Dirty Pucking Player

“I’m clear, Greer. I was tested right before the trade.”

Her small hand snakes down and wraps around the head of my cock, and she glides her thumb across it, spreading my pre-cum over the hyper-sensitive flesh. “I am, too, and I’m on the pill.” She kisses me hard, her hand tightening around me as she strokes. “And I trust you, Bash.”

Damn.

Those words shouldn’t affect me so much. They shouldn’t make warmth bloom in the center of my chest.

But not so long ago, she hated me and couldn’t stand to be in the same room. Now, she’s begging me for sex and letting me fuck her bareback because she trusts me.

Good God.

I grasp her hips and lift her to wrap her legs around my waist. My cock brushes against her soaked pussy, and I grit my teeth and suck in a breath through my nose.

That felt too fucking good.

Only a mere precursor to how incredible it will feel to be buried balls-deep inside her.

I pin her against the window with my chest and shift my hips back to grasp my cock and align it with her wet heat. She locks her gaze with mine, the green there flooded with a frantic need I share, and I shove into her, impaling her fully in one hard thrust.

Her mouth falls open. “Oh, God.”

I grit my teeth. “Fuck.”

She clenches around my cock and rocks her hips, shifting the angle to take me even deeper than I knew possible.

“Sweet fuck, Greer.” I drag my hips back and plunge into her again, driving her back against the window. “I could get lost in your fucking cunt forever and die happy.”

Her nails score along my nape, and her heels dig into my back, urging me on and clinging to me while I hammer into her. I squeeze her ass hard enough that it will probably leave bruises and thrust even deeper, bottoming out and letting the head of my cock drag against her G-spot on each withdrawal.

Greer’s head drops against the glass, exposing the long, smooth column of her neck to me. It’s too much to resist. I kiss my way along it, from her elegant collarbone up to her ear.

“You feel so fucking incredible, Coach. This pussy might be heaven.”

She groans and rolls her hips even harder to meet my rhythm. Sweat slickens our heated skin. Our breaths come fast. Both of us chasing something we never wanted to admit we needed.

I kiss my way across her cheek and retake her mouth with the same ferocity as her pussy. This isn’t slow and sweet. I never do slow and sweet. But Greer knew what she was getting. She knew the kind of lover I would be, and she wanted it anyway.

Wanted me.

Wanted this.

And thank fuck she did because this is truly spectacular.

We move together like rolling waves, arching, meeting each other in a perfect dance of two bodies becoming one. Her breath hitches, and a low mewl starts deep in her chest.

She’s going to come again, and I’m going to come with her while I watch her fall apart.

I kiss her harshly and shift one hand from her ass to slide it between our bodies. My thumb finds her clit just above where our bodies are connected, and I grind against it with every thrust.

“Yes, like that. Fuck.” Her head shakes, and she pulls her lip between her teeth before her mouth drops open in a silent scream.

This orgasm doesn’t wash over her, it collides with her like a runaway train. She bucks wildly, pinned between my body and the window. Her pussy ripples and clasps at my cock, and the warm tingle of my impending release starts.

“Fuck, I love watching you come.” I grunt out the words between thrusts, and when she finally comes down from her high, I pull my hand from between us to grip her chin. “Look at me, Greer.”

Her eyes fly open, cloudy and unfocused, but with a roll and snap of my hips, they widen, and she moans.

“I’m going to come inside you, Greer. I’m going to give you every fucking thing I have.”

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