Page 69 of Match Penalty

“Look at you,” I whisper, my voice thick with admiration. “Taking me so perfectly. Nothing’s ever felt this good. I swear, Cammy, my cock belongs inside you—and it never wants to leave.”

“Then don’t leave. Keep me,” she moans, pushing back against me, meeting every thrust with the same desperate urgency I feel burning in my veins.

“I plan to,” I grit out, thrusting into her with a punishing rhythm, each snap of my hips sending a sharp, sweet slap of skin against skin. The sight of her—bent over for me, her ass shaking with every stroke, her body taking everything I give—nearly undoes me.

“You’re mine, Cammy,” I growl, my fingers digging into her hips, anchoring her to me. “And I’m yours. Nothing is going to change that after tonight.”

The words feel too small for what she means to me. For what this means to me.

One of my hands slides down between her legs, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing in slow, torturous circles before speeding up when she gasps my name.

“This is where you like it, isn’t it, mon ange?” I rasp against her ear, my fingers teasing her clit. “Right here, Cammy. This is where you come for me. And then I’ll fill you so full, coating every inch inside you that your body will only ever want me.”

Her body tightens, her breath coming in sharp gasps. She’s right there, teetering on the edge, and I feel it—her walls fluttering around me, her muscles clenching like she’s trying to hold me inside her forever.

She cries out a muffled "Oh my God, JP," her body locking up as she shatters around me, her orgasm ripping through her, drawing me in with her.

I curse as the pleasure grips me, white-hot and relentless. My hips slam forward one last time as I come deep inside her, my cock pulsing as I spill every drop into her, exactly where it belongs.

I don’t let her go. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her up against me, her back flush against my chest, my lips pressing to her bare shoulder as we both come down, our bodies trembling from the aftershocks.

"Tu détiens les clés de mon âme. Je suis à toi," I whisper against her ear, my hands smoothing over her skin, grounding us in the aftermath.

She sighs, her body softening against mine.

For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, the heat of our bodies tangled together, and the faint hum of the arena’s cooling system beyond the closet door.

Finally, I press one more kiss to her shoulder and smirk. “I think I need to fuck you in a jersey more often.”

She laughs breathlessly, tilting her head back against my shoulder. “Only if it’s yours.”

The possessiveness inside me flares. “Always.”

I run my hands up her thighs, still not ready to let her go.

And based on the way she presses herself closer, neither is she.

“You okay?” I ask softly, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

She nods, turning her head to glance at me over her shoulder. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted, and she looks completely wrecked—in the best way possible.

“I’m more than okay,” she says, with a blissful smile stretched across her lips. “But now you’re really going to be late for that interview. Will they fine you?”

I laugh softly, pressing another kiss to her shoulder before carefully easing out of her. I look around and find a box of tissues for us to clean up. It’s not the best option, but it’s the best we can do at the moment. I hand it to her first so she can clean as I help her straighten up. I pull her jeans back into place, my hands lingering on her hips longer than necessary.

Then I take care of myself and pull up my slacks, my cock unhappy about only going one round with her but we have later tonight. Maybe, if I do everything right tonight, she'll agree to come home with me again and sleep in my bed.

“I’ll take whatever punishment they throw at me,” I say, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “You are worth every penny.”

“You make me sound like a sex worker,” she teases.

“No, never, because you fuck so good… I’d never be able to afford you.”

“You have such a way with words. Isn’t the French side of you supposed to be the romantic side?”

“I’ll show you the romantic side… tonight. Then I’ll show you the “French” side in bed later… if you’re a good girl.”

She shakes her head. “I should go before someone starts looking for me.”

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