The Goal (Off-Campus #4)(109)

Two hours.

My dick springs up and tries to tunnel its way out of my boxer briefs.

Sabrina doesn’t miss my body’s response. Licking her lips, she reaches for the hem of her sweater and tugs it up and over her head.

“Darlin’,” I start hoarsely.

“Hmmm?”

“If this is some sick joke and you’re not planning on fucking me right now, I need you to tell me. My cock won’t be able to handle the disappointment.”

She bursts out laughing, then claps a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. Fortunately, the baby monitor stays quiet.

“Not a joke,” she assures me. Then she unclasps her bra, and holy hell, her tits are glorious. “I’ve wanted to jump you all night.”

I stalk toward her like a predator. “Yeah?”

“Mmm-hmmm. I’ve been thinking about this all day. And tonight, the thinking turned into obsessing. You have no idea how hot you are when you order your staff around.” She’s already wiggling out of her yoga pants and bikini underwear.

My breath stalls when I lay eyes on her pussy. It’s completely bare. Oh yeah, this isn’t a spur of the moment thing. She totally prepared for this.

I’m on top of her before she can blink, my mouth crushing down on hers in a kiss that leaves us both breathless. But as much as I love her mouth, that’s not what I want to be kissing right now.

Three months. It’s been three goddamn torturous months since I’ve had my tongue in paradise. I tear my mouth away and slide down the bed until my face is level with her pussy. Her very wet, very gorgeous pussy.

“Hold yourself open, babe. I haven’t eaten in a very long time and I’m hungry as fuck.”

Sabrina’s hands come down and spread her lips apart. I dive in and drag my tongue once from front to back, coating my taste buds with her. My already aching dick throbs with need. God, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed her.

“Tucker, please,” she begs.

My cock is so hard it might break in half, but I don’t care because my face is buried between my woman’s legs. Her heels dig into my shoulders, urging me on. Above me, she thrashes, making the sexiest noises ever.

Come on, baby. Come for me.

“Yes, ah, yes. Right there.” She cries out and then claps a hand over her mouth again.

We both freeze, waiting for a peep from next door. When nothing happens, I breathe a sigh of relief, reach for a pillow and throw it to her.

I grin devilishly. “As much as your sexy sounds drive me nuts, it’s probably best you scream into the pillow.”

She drops her head back, throws the pillow over her face and gives me the thumbs-up. Laughing, I reapply myself to the awesome task at hand, but as soon as my mouth is back on, my chuckles quickly die out.

Each taste of her makes me more ravenous. Her thighs tighten under my palms and her pussy vibrates against my tongue, signaling that she’s close. I suck harder. I lick faster. I bite and kiss and tongue her until she screams into her pillow and comes all over my face.

It’s fucking glorious.

Sitting up, I swipe a hand over my mouth. “Condom?” I ask.

She shoves the pillow aside. “I’m on the pill. Got the prescription at the last checkup.”

I grip my cock and run the tip along her wet core. Her breath hisses when the broad head breaches her entrance. It’s been a long time since I’ve been inside her, and despite the fact that she pushed a bowling ball out of her vagina, she’s still tight as fuck. The female body is a thing of magic.

As I slide inside, I can’t stop my own groan from escaping. It feels so damn good. When I’m fully seated, I stop. Her inner muscles pulse around me.

“Fuck, I wish I rubbed one out before the bar opened,” I grind out. “I’m going to shoot my wad in under ten seconds.”

“Please don’t. This feels so good.” Her tone is slightly surprised.

“You thought it would suck?” I pull her legs up around my shoulders so I can drill in deeper.

“I had a baby.”

“Your body is perfect.” I kiss a pretty ankle. “Any more perfect and I’d be dead. You’re still tight as hell, wet as heaven.”

She giggles. “Heaven is wet?”

I rotate my hips and we both moan. “My heaven is wet and hot and belongs to this babe called Sabrina.”

Smiling, she clenches around my dick.

“Stop it.” I gasp. “You want to come again, or do you want me to embarrass myself?”

She responds by squeezing me even tighter. I clamp my eyes shut and search for an ounce of control. Once the urge to come inside of her passes, I start moving at a slow and steady pace.

Her gaze clings to mine and I telegraph everything I feel, everything I can’t say, everything that’s in my heart for her.

You’re the only one for me.

My sun rises and sets on your smile.

My heart beats because yours does.

Her hips cant upward, welcoming every thrust.

“Hold on to me, babe.” Sweat beads on my forehead as I dig a knee into the mattress to drive into her harder, deeper.

She pulls me down until her tits rub against my chest with every plunge forward. “I’m close,” she whispers. “Kiss me. I want your tongue in my mouth when I come.”