Page 79 of Empty Net

She sighs. “For the life of me, I can’t figure out why, but I do.”

“I’m telling you…” I trail my lips higher, kissing between her breasts. “It’s the goalie stretches.”

“Those damn”—a long sigh as I close my mouth around her nipple—“goalie stretches.”

I tease her through her bra, loving the feel of the lace against my tongue. I don’t know if she always wears lacy bras like this, but fuck, I hope so.

“God, that feels good,” she murmurs as I pull her other nipple into my mouth.

It does. It feels so damn good.Shefeels good.

I tease her for I don’t even know how long, but I know for certain I’m not getting a nap before the game tonight. It’s worth it, though, especially hearing her little sighs and moans as I slip my hand beneath her dress, circling her clit with my thumb.

“Shit,” I mutter. “You’re so fucking wet for me, sugar.”

“All for you,” she agrees, panting and arching her hips to meet my touch, needing more.

She pulls at me like she’s trying to drag me even closer than I already am.

I kiss up her neck until my lips are ghosting against hers. “What do you need, Lilah?”

“Your cock.”

I smirk against her, loving her bluntness. Why does she have no problem speaking her mind to anyone but her parents?

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, and she hums happily.

“I kind of like that.”

I thought she might, but I don’t say that. Instead, I do as she requests, working myself free from my pants, not bothering to undress fully before I press against her. She widens her legs, giving me space.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, kissing the corner of her mouth. “How do you feel this good with something between us?”

“How doyou?” she asks, sliding her soaked pussy against me.

I rock against her again, even though I know I shouldn’t. I need a condom, but the last thing I want to do is move. I just want to feel her.Allof her.

“Please,” she begs. “Fuck me already, Fox.”

“Condom,” I tell her, and she shakes her head. “No?”

“IUD. Haven’t been with anyone in six months.”

“Me too.” Longer, actually, but I don’t tell her that. “My last test was good.”

“Then what are you waiting for? I need?—”

Lilah doesn’t finish that sentence. She can’t. She’s too busy not breathing as I pull her panties aside and slam into her without warning.

“Holy fucking shit.”

I bury my head into her neck with a groan, unable to move. I’m scared if I do, I’m going to come instantly. She’s so warm and tight and absolutely perfect. Nothing can ever get better than this.

“Move,” she pleads into my ear. “I need you to move.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“Why?”

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