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He reached out, tilting my chin gently so I could see his mouth curve into something that wasn’t quite a smile but made my chest tighten nonetheless.
“You think this is your first sex tape? Cute. It’s just the first you’reawareof. Difference is …” He leaned in, his teeth grazing my ear. “Those were for me. They’ll always only be for me.”
This should not make my pussy clench around him. I didn’t know if I was crying or laughing or coming, because Hunter didn’t stop, didn’t slow, just used me like I’d begged him to.
He was bringing every single one of my fantasies to life.
His piercing was dragging over my g-spot relentlessly, a delicious ache building with every merciless snap of his hips.
When I broke, I was screaming his name, shaking while he held me down, pounding through my orgasm like it was just the opening act. His mouth was on my neck, teeth scraping, claiming, while his words burned against my damp skin.
“Mine. Every fucking inch of you,” Hunter growled.
And when his cock finally throbbed deep inside of me, pumping me full of his cum, it was with a savage grunt and histeeth sinking into my shoulder like he wanted to leave a mark no camera could ever capture.
Twenty Seven
Ella
Even though spring had only just begun, the hard courts radiated heat like a second sun, shimmering in waves that blurred the white lines if you stared at them for too long.
My shoes squeaked against the gritty blue surface as I sprinted to the baseline for yet another suicide drill.
“Last one!” Coach’s voice cracked like a whip from the far court, and a chorus of groans rolled through the team.
I bent, touched the line, pivoted, and exploded back. My legs burned, lungs clawed for air, ponytail slapping my neck. When I finally crossed the baseline, I bent over, braced my hands on my knees, and sucked in air like I’d just run from a serial killer.
“Ella, quit pretending you’re dying,” Brianna teased, pulling her visor low as she straightened from her own sprint. “Your stamina’s better than mine, and I actually did cardio this summer.”
“Yeah,” Ashley chimed in, flopping onto her back near the fence. “And speaking of stamina …” She wiggled her brows. “Somebody’s been glowing lately.”
I squinted against the sun. “Glowing? That’s just fucking sweat. Thanks.”
Brianna snorted. “Please. You’ve had a stupid little smile on your face all week. You’re not fooling anybody.”
“It’s called serotonin,” I said flatly, grabbing my water bottle.
“Uh-huh. Serotonin from what, though?” Ashley rolled onto her side, grinning like a cat. “From getting that—”
“Stop.” I unscrewed my bottle cap a little too aggressively.
“—dick,” she finished anyway, drawing out the word like a victory serve.
A couple of girls nearby burst out laughing. Even Coach, way down on Court Three, glanced over like he knew we were up to something.
I tugged my ponytail loose and wound a strand tight around my finger, pretending it was just habit and not an excuse not to answer.
“No comment,” I muttered, chugging water like it could wash away my embarrassment.
“Oh, come on,” Brianna said, collapsing onto the bench next to me. “You really expect us to believe you live with that hunk and nothing’s going on?”
My heart lurched so hard I nearly choked on my sip. “Excuse me?”
She smirked, all sharp teeth and evil delight. “Please. Half the campus knows. Big football dude, total smoke show, and you’re shacked up like some college rom-com? Either you’re lying, or you’ve achieved god-tier self-control.”
Ashley cackled. “God-tier? More like why-tier? Girl, if I had that walking testosterone commercial in the next room, you wouldn’t see me for a week. I’d come back needing physical therapy.”
Laughter exploded from the bench, and I wished the ground — or rather, the scuffed blue court — would swallow me whole.
