Page 156 of Falling Offsides

Then he repeats again, and again. Until I’m arching into him, thighs slick, skin stinging with every reminder thatI amhis.

“Fuck with me however you want. But wear another man’s name and I will tear you apart until you remember who you belong to,” he pants through his ragged breaths. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” I breathe.

“Whose dirty fucking slut are you?” He tugs at the tail of my thong, threading it through my soaked slit.

“Yours,” is the only reply I mewl back as the cotton rubs my needy clit.

Then his nails rake down my back and my eyes roll to the back of my head with the sensation. Every pore on my skin is crackling like a live wire in the rain as he takes himself out.

A whine drawls from my chest as his blunt, wet tip smears his need all over my skin.

“Whose cum are you hungry for?”

“Yours…please.”

Large hands grip my hips at the same time as his thumb hooks my thong to the side. “Want to feel who you belong to, Princess?”

“Yes…”

“Tell me whose name you wear.” His palms pry my ass cheeks apart as he spits down my crease and strokes his cock over my throbbing flesh.

“Yours. Your name,” I sob into the misted granite beneath me.

“And what’s my name?”

“Augu—fuck!” He slams into me.

No warning.

No mercy.

The sound of his groin slapping my ass echoes in the closed air.

“Say my name,” he demands.

“Aug—Au-Auguste,” it’s a breathless, choked moan.

“Again. All of it.Louder.”

“Auguste—”

“I said louder.”

“Auguste—” I hiss when he pulls out of me brusquely. “—Broussard.”

Fuck, my gut rams up into my ribs when he drives all the way intome, slamming my whole body forward. My teeth snap around my tongue muffling my cry.

“I’m going to fucking destroy you,” he growls, fingers curling deep into my hips “And you’re going to thank me with your goddamn screams.”

One hand wraps around my throat, pulling me upright as he fucks into me with savage abandon.

“Auguste,” I keep crying, louder and louder until it’s one hoarse continuous plea. “Auguste. Auguste. Auguste…”

His hand tightens around my throat, pushing me deeper into his chest. His other hand hitches my knee up onto the counter, opening me up for him at that delicious angle that hits every single perfect spot. Then his fingers slip between my legs.

“You’re going to come. And then I’m going to remind you who you gave yourself to. I’m going to own every single part of you. Every inch of your skin. Every goddamn hole.”

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