She walks out of the bedroom and I see her imdiately, because I’ve been staring at the door for twenty minutes, waiting. Waiting for her. Trying to breathe without her long enough to let her take a shower and put on so clothes. It’s not going well. Every ti she’s not in my arms, every second I’m not consud by her, all I can think of is losing her. How the lies I told to my teammates are going to co back to haunt . It’s only a matter of ti. After the championship tonight, I have to co clean. I have to clarify to each and every one of them that I’m not dating Stella for my image. I’m with her because she’s my fucking life.
Now that I’ve spent the last two days giving her my cock, the sharpest parts of my jealousy are gone. She’s mine. She’s mine. I’ve made her say it a thousand tis. And I know I’ll spend the rest of my life strangled by possessiveness for her, but right now, in this mont, that ugly emotion is at rest. There’s only the love and peace she blesses with.
The lust is there, too.
Oh Christ, is it ever there.
Never goes away.
I’ve banged her in the shower, on the couch, on the floor, the kitchen table, in my bed and several tis against the wall, but every ti I co inside of her, I only get hungrier. I want her again, again, again. Even now, when we have five minutes before we have to leave for the field, I’m considering bending her over in that little jean skirt, tights and sandals. She’ll welco my cock eagerly, too, won’t she? She’s so goddamn horny, I find myself mounted in the middle of the night, her pussy dragging up and down my swelling cock, those little wling noises wrecking my chest, hardening to steel.
I push off the couch and advance on her, watching the black of her pupils bleed wide. “You wearing a skirt to my ga?”
She nods. “And stockings.”
“Stockings,” I repeat, gripping my cock through my sh shorts. “Those don’t go all the way up to your pussy?”
“No.” Her knees inch together. “Almost.”
I back her into the wall, my composure already waning. “What does ‘almost’ an?”
Her answer doesn’t co quickly enough, so I jerk the skirt up to her hips and...Jesus. My cock is at full attention now. She’s got on these stockings that stop two inches from her panties, leaving smooth sections of her thighs naked, save the bite marks I left behind.
I drag a hand down my open mouth. “You think I’ll be able to concentrate on the field with you in the stands dressed like a dick tease?”
“I’m wearing the stockings to stay warm.”
“Go put on pants, please.”
“You ripped the buttons off my last pair,” she whispers.
Fuck. She has there. I have got to take her shopping soon. I keep aning to bring her to the mall to buy new underwear, new clothes and shoes, but despite my best intentions, she keeps ending up on her back beneath , sweat coating our bodies.
Before I can apologize to her for being a bad boyfriend, there is a knock at my door.
It’s the offensive coordinator, here to drive to the ga. He’s been doing it since my freshman year, unwilling to leave my arrival at the field to chance. There are voices in the hall. A whole team of them. A trainer to make sure I’m at full strength, probably preparing to give a B12 shot. The quarterback coach. School administrators who want the bragging rights of saying they drove with to the ga.
And yeah, I want to win tonight.
I love winning. I love the ga.
But there is nothing, nothing more important than the girl in front of .
Turning my head, I shout over my shoulder at the door. “Coach.”
“Yeah, Gage. Got the van downstairs, ready to go. You ready to kick so ass tonight, man?”
“Damn right.” I pin my girlfriend with a look. “But I’m going to need a security team to stay with Stella while I’m playing.”
There’s a drawn-out silence. “A whole team?”
“That’s what I said.” My pulse is starting to pound, my balls tightening like knots in my shorts. Jesus. No way I can play tonight without fucking her one more ti. At least. “I won’t be able to concentrate until she’s guarded. Heavily. If she’s not safe, I don’t play.”
Pressing my forehead against hers, she whimpers, as if she knows exactly what I’m thinking and I’m proven correct when she trails a finger down my cock through the thin material of my shorts. And that innocent touch burns alive. My hands move of their own volition, ripping the panties down to her ankles. She’s barely managed to kick them away before I’m lifting her up, slamming her back into the wall, shoving down the waistband of my shorts to free my dick. Panting, panting, panting her na.
“Take my cock, you horny fucking angel.” I ram deep, slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle the scream, barely managing to keep my own roar at bay. Perfection. She is tight, soaking wet perfection. “Take it like a good little girl,” I growl in her ear. “Cover it in that sweet fucking co, then get on your knees and lick it off for Daddy.”
I’m not sure where that word cos from.
I’m not sure why it feels right and inevitable.
I only know she cos like a fucking tidal wave as soon as I say it. Her eyes go wide over my hand she clenches down on , tighter than she’s ever clenched before. So goddamn tight that I forgot about the n standing in the hallway. My hand falls away from her mouth and I lose my mind. I’m in a frenzy, pounding her seizing cunt into the wall, grinding on it with long, shuddering moans, reveling in the way her thighs tremble around , the way she keeps her eyes trained on even when she’s mid-orgasm.
“Say it, Stella,” I demand. “Obliterate .”
“I love my Daddy,” she whispers, tremulously, setting herself off again.
The air leaves in a massive rush.
I drive her up against the wall one final ti, grip that perky ass and let go. Let go with more abandon than ever before. This is what I’ve been chasing with her without knowing it. Full authority. A relationship that is so airtight, it cannot be severed or questioned. I’m not so kind of sicko who wants to imagine her as my stepdaughter or sothing, I just want to be the only man in her life. I want to block out the fucking sun. I want to be where she runs for reassurance and pleasure and safety and confidence. I’m her Daddy. That’s it. That’s .
We’re gasping for oxygen, holding on to each other like we’ve just been through battle. I’m covering her face and hair in kisses, running my hands over every inch of her skin. I’ve left red abrasions on her inner thighs that will be visible tonight, since she’s wearing a skirt. Good. But it’s not enough. Nothing will ever be enough for my girl.
After I fix our clothing, I scoop her still-shaking body up into my arms and enter the bedroom, setting her carefully down on the top of my dresser. I open the top drawer and take out my championship ring from last year and a gold chain one of the coaches gave as a gift. Slipping the ring onto the chain, I fasten it around her neck where it will be easy to spot. Everyone on campus must know she’s my girl at this point, but the ring will let people know we’re deadly serious.
“Just a placeholder until I can put a real one on your finger,” I rasp, kissing her mouth.
She blinks up at , as if stunned.
“You can’t be surprised.” I slant my mouth over hers, gathering as much of her taste as humanly possible. “You know I’m obsessed with you. You know I can’t breathe without you. I would have made you my wife that first night. Eagerly. You’re mine, Stella. As far as you’re concerned, I’m already your husband and Daddy. The ring will be a formality.” I lean back and look at her, madness perating my mind at the possibility that we’re not on the sa page. “You will marry , Stella.”
“Of course I will,” she says, voice catching, and the madness recedes, replaced with joy.
My mouth finds hers again, kissing her hungrily. When she slips her tongue into my mouth, her little fists curling in the front of my shirt, my cock starts to lengthen and swell again. We’re still wet with each other’s co. That slipperiness will help fit easier than usual into her tight cunt. One more ti. Just one more ti.
At the front of the apartnt, pounding has resud on the door.
“Gage,” calls the offensive coordinator. “We have a security team waiting downstairs, especially for your girlfriend—”
“Wife!” I shout back.
He clears his throat. “I...sorry. We weren’t aware.” A beat passes. “There is a full security detail here to escort Stella to the ga. We’ve arranged for her to sit in the family box, instead of the stands. Does that work for you?”
Relief hits and I stroke her hair, rub my thumb across her bottom lip. “Yes.”
That’s good. I don’t want her in the stands.
She needs to stay as far from other students and players’ girlfriends as possible. Until I can clear up my lie. Until I can make everything right, I don’t want her to overhear whisperings of the garbage I fed my team out of jealousy. If she was made aware I said those disgusting words, I would die. I would drop dead from anguish.
“Stay in the box, honey, okay? Stay where it’s safe until I co get you after the ga.”
Her smile is purer than sunshine. “You don’t worry about . Focus on the ga.” She kisses my lips softly and a wrench lodges in my throat. “I love you and I’ll be fine.”
“I love you, too, baby.”
Still, all the way to the field, there is a weight of dread pressing down on my chest.
Please let fix this in ti.
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