Page 57 of Offside

With a savage snarl, I bellow out my release and grab the base of my shaft to pull out from her tight heat. I throw my head back in rapturous ecstasy, shuttering with the eruption as I come hotly over her back. The thick spirals of my release cover the track of her scar along her spine, molding the pain of her past to mix with the aftershocks of my pleasure.

I slowly come back to reality and an unusual sense of discomfort settles in my chest, an uneasiness like I’ve never had before.

I reach for the shirt I discarded in a heap and use it to away the remnants of my climax painted her back.

“Are you okay?”

Karis flips over to sit up with a contented smirk, leaving me with no doubt of her satisfaction.

“I think I’m more than okay.” Her face glows with post-coital endorphins and her smile clears away all the doubts that jumbled in my head. I’m only filled with a sense of pride for making this beautiful woman feel the way she does now.

“Glad to know I did my job.”

She stands upright and stretches her arms toward the ceiling. The sleek curve of her body entices me to take her back into the bedroom for another round.

“Goddamn, you are one fucking sexy woman,” I murmur, gently stroking a hand over her naked body.

I gather her into my arms and with slow caresses, I trace the generous curves, the dips and valleys, running my fingers over her soft skin. She closes her eyes with a soft sigh.

I lead down close and press my lips to the dip in her neck, breathing in her scent.

“You do know what they say about hockey players, don’t you?”

My tongue laps at her skin, tracing over the flesh along her shoulder and up her neck until I reach her earlobe, clasping it between my teeth. I tug at it and she inhales sharply.

Her voice comes out in a rasp. “That they’re cocky?”

“Ha! True, but not what I meant.”

I hum against her neck while my hand glides over the curve of her hips. There I fit my palm under the round curve of her butt and swing her legs into my arms and head down the hallway toward the guest room.

“Ballas,” she says with a hint of disapproval. “You shouldn’t exert yourself. We’re already pushing it with protocol.”

I snort at her misguided concern and drop her on the bed in a naked, beautiful heap, I continue to nibble and suck all the exposed sensual skin. I rest my body on top of her, nestling my leg and cock into the V of her legs so she can feel my already growing erection.

“We hockey players are capable of extremely high levels of endurance and profound stamina.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Which means I’m ready to go again.”

She lifts her head to stare down at my very hard erection between us, then takes it in her grip, stroking it roughly, pulling out a long grunt from my chest. She throws a leg over my hip to open her entrance as I slip two fingers inside, feeling her still wet and ready. I grind against her pelvis in an erotic rhythm.

“Don’t pull out,” she demands boldly. “I want you to feel you lose yourself inside me.”

Oh, hell yeah.

I’ve never fucked bare.

But with Karis, we share a level of trust that goes beyond the hockey connection.

Maybe it’s because Karis doesn’t want anything from me—not my fame, not my money, not even my name. She already has that for herself in spades. For all intents and purposes, she already owns me in every sense of the word.

She owns me.

The thought sinks into my brain with what little blood supply is there and ricochets back down to my cock.

“Are you sure this is okay with you?” My cock jerks at her entrance, so ready to tunnel back inside her pussy.

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