Page 377 of Faking the Goal

When I finally pull back, my cock slipping from her lips with a wet sound, she licks them slowly, her eyes dark with satisfaction. I'm breathing hard, my chest heaving, my body still trembling from the force of it.

"Fuck, trouble." I mutter, my voice hoarse. I reach down, cupping her chin and tilting her face up to meet my gaze. My thumb brushes over her swollen bottom lip, dragging it down just enough to watch her shiver. "Watching you devour me like that branded the sight of you into my fucking soul. I swear I could live off that image for the rest of my life."

She smirks, her tongue darting out to lick the pad of my thumb before biting down just hard enough to make me hiss. "I knew you were gonna fucking love it."

I do. Too much.

My hand slides to the back of her neck, pulling her up to her feet, and I crush my mouth to hers without hesitation. She tastes like me—salty, musky, mine—and I groan into the kiss, my hands roaming down her body, gripping her hips, her ass, pulling her flush against me. My cock, already half-hard again just from the sight of her, twitches against her stomach.

She breaks the kiss with a gasp, her nails raking down my chest. "You're not done yet."

"Not even close," I growl, spinning her around and pressing her front against the counter. The cool marble against her flushed skin makes her shiver, and I lean over her, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Hands on the counter. Don't move them."

She obeys, her fingers splaying against the smooth surface, her breath coming in sharp, uneven pants. I step back just enough to admire the view—her back arched, her ass tilted up, her thighs trembling with anticipation. Fuck, she's perfect.

I run my hands up the backs of her thighs, my fingers digging into the soft flesh before gripping her hips. "You want my cock, Trouble?" I tease, pressing the head against her entrance, just enough to make her whimper. "Beg for it."

She glares at me over her shoulder, her eyes dark with frustration. "You're insufferable."

I chuckle, low and dark, and press forward just an inch, letting her feel how thick I am, how much she's going to take. "And yet, here you are, still soaked and shaking for me." I pull back, leaving her empty again, and she lets out a broken sound of protest. "Say it."

She grits her teeth, her knuckles white where she grips the counter. "Fuck me, please. Hard and fast."

I grin, triumphant, and slam into her in one smooth thrust that makes her cry out, her back arching as her walls clench around me. The sound she makes—half gasp, half moan—is enough to make my cock twitch inside her, and I have to pause for a second just to savor the feeling of her wrapped around me, tight and wet and perfect.

"You take me so well." I groan, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises.

She whimpers, pushing back against me, trying to get me deeper, but I hold her still, my grip unyielding. "Not yet," I murmur, my voice rough with restraint. "I want to feel you come apart around me first."

I pull back slowly, dragging my cock against her sensitive walls before slamming back in, my hips snapping against her ass with a sharp crack. She cries out, her fingers scrambling against the counter, her body trembling as I set a punishing pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with her breathless moans and my ragged groans.

"That's it," I growl, my hand sliding up her spine before tangling in her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp. "Take it. Take every fucking inch."

She whimpers, her body arching into my touch, her walls fluttering around me as I drive into her again and again. I can feel her getting closer, her breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts, her thighs trembling where they press against mine. My free hand slides around her hip, my fingers finding her clit, and I circle it in tight, relentless strokes.

"Come for me, trouble," I command, my voice a dark rumble in her ear. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock when you fall apart."

She shakes her head, like she's fighting it, but her body betrays her—her back arches, her walls clench around me, and then she's coming with a broken cry, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. I groan, my hips stuttering as I feel her pulse around me, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

I don't let up. I keep moving, my fingers still working her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she's gasping, her body trembling with overstimulation. Only then do I let myself go, my grip on her hips tightening as I slam into her one last time, burying myself to the hilt. The heat of her, the way her walls milk me—it's too much. I come with a guttural groan, my release spilling deep inside her, my body shuddering with the force of it.

For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, the slick slide of skin against skin as I slowly pull out, my cock still twitching. Taylor sags against the counter, her chest heaving, her fingers still gripping the edge like it's the only thing keeping her upright.

I lean over her, pressing a kiss to the damp skin between her shoulder blades, my hands sliding up her sides to pull her back against me. She shivers at the contact, her body still sensitive, and I can't help the smug satisfaction that curls in my chest.

"Fuck," she mutters, her voice hoarse. "That was—"

"Just the beginning," I finish for her, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. My hands roam lower, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples until she gasps. "I'm not done with you yet, Trouble."

She turns her head just enough to glare at me, but there's no real heat in it—just exhaustion and the lingering haze of pleasure. "You're going to kill me."

I chuckle, low and dark, and spin her around to face me, my hands gripping her waist to lift her onto the counter. Her legs wrap around my hips instinctively, her body still flushed and trembling. "Then maybe quit being so fucking addictive." I murmur, pressing a kiss to her collarbone.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling just enough to make me hiss. "Take me to bed," she demands, her voice rough with need. "I want to feel you on top of me this time."

I grin, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her toward the bedroom, my cock already hardening again at the thought. "Whatever you say, Trouble."

And as I lay her down on the sheets, her body sprawled beneath me, I know one thing for certain—this night is far from over.