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At my words, she spreads her legs wider, giving me better access, and I take advantage of that, thrusting into her roughly.

I slam another finger inside her as I move my thumb to her clit, fucking her tight pussy while working her bundle of nerves at the same time.

Her sounds make my dick hard. My cock throbs in my pants, begging for release, but this is about her. Her fantasy.

“Open your eyes, Cass. Let me see you come.”

Beautiful blue orbs meet mine, pupils dilated and desperate for release.

I pick up my pace, and her eyes roll back as her walls clench around me.

A tortured cry flies from her mouth as she comes.

“Good girl.”

The past few days have been a mess. After my date with Cass, practicing became extra grueling, which, in turn, brought extra stress to both of us.

I know why I’m stressed, but I’m not sure what’s bothering her.

I’m missing something. This just can’t be because of me.

I know I’m a lot to handle, but this is something else.

A huge something at that.

Something she said days ago keeps playing out in my head. I try to push the thought away, but I can’t.

Her words torture me.

Everyone has secrets…

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

I need to get my head in the game, because yesterday, my playing was certainly affected.

Yes, we won game one, but we lost game two, and I was definitely the weak link. Something that has never been associated with Aiden Slate.

Today, I have a minute to myself, not something that happens often, but I’ll take it.

Cass is God knows where, doing God knows what.

Knowing her, she’s at the market picking up my Sweet Tarts.

I smile to myself.

Even now, after everything, she’s still always going out of her way for me. Taking care of me.

My smile drops from my face as my mind wanders back to those fears creeping in. I wonder what happened to her. Who hurt her?

Trying to distract myself, I set off to do some of my pre-game rituals. I need the comfort they provide me.

I’ve already cleaned, so now I need to watch the footage from my last game and analyze what I could have done better.

Everything.

That’s what.

There’s not one thing that could help me because I just sucked, plain and simple, and that’s a hard pill to swallow. I let my team down.

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