Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

“Shh.” I pressed my thumb to her bottom lip, before pushing it into the warmth of her mouth.

She instinctively sucked, and my dick flinched in response.

“Ten minutes. That’s all,” I promised.

I wanted more than ten minutes. I wanted more than twenty. But there was a line between getting what I wanted and not letting my team down.

I cupped her breast with a squeeze. My hands coasted over her hips and made a straight line between her legs. She was already wet. I grinned, prying her folds apart. She whimpered at the contact, but stood still while I pumped a finger inside her.

Her head rocked back as her hips jutted forward. With a quick twist I maneuvered her toward the bed, planting her back on the mattress and spreading her knees wide. I didn’t waste any time rolling a condom over my shaft. I pushed the tip between her legs and heard her sigh as I slid inside her.

It was supposed to be fast and quick. I wanted to fuck her so she knew who owned her on that court today. That’s how it was supposed to go.

But with that sweet little sound from her lips I wanted to give her something else. Her eyes looked into mine and I knew something was different.

A quick fuck wasn’t supposed to feel like this. It wasn’t supposed to “feel” like anything.

I pulled out of her, rubbing my cock over her clit before sliding inside her again.

She moaned and I settled between her legs before I kissed her. Her tongue was sweet and did this cute little swirl thing that felt like sin on my dick last night.

I took my time, pushing inside her with a slow certain stroke that drew a whimper from those damn kissable lips. She bucked as I reached the point of intensity that sent her over the edge.

“Fuck, you feel amazing, Sierra,” I whispered. I withdrew again before fucking her again with another powerful gradual thrust until I was the one groaning. I’d never get over how she fit around my cock.

She squeezed and coaxed me back in.

I wanted her to know she was mine. This thing between us wasn’t going to be determined by anyone else. Not my past. Not by my coach. Not by my partner. Certainly not Team Italy. She was mine because this was what we wanted.

I held her hands over her head while I pumped in and out of her. Her breaths came together more quickly.

“Let me come, please.”

I grinned. I liked how she had adapted so quickly to what I liked in bed. She wanted to please me and in return I made sure she had more pleasure than any woman in the world.

“Oh yeah, baby.” I thrust inside her, feeling her muscles flutter and clench against my cock. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me? How she made me want something I’ve never wanted before?

She clamped harder on my dick and I knew she was lost. I pumped harder, wanting to come inside her, fill her with my mark, but I was wearing a damn condom so I pushed with all my strength. She was mine. Fucking mine.

I buried myself inside her tight entrance, hungry to take her somewhere she had never been.

“Fuck,” I roared out, while she screamed my name, clinging to my shoulders.

The sweat rolled from my chest and dripped onto her perky breasts. I kissed the tip of her nose, knowing I may have just used up every last bit of energy I had for today’s match fucking the most perfect woman I’d ever had in bed.

And that thought scared the complete shit out of me.

I toweled off after a rushed shower. I didn’t know if another woman h

ad ever driven me as wild as Sierra had. My cock had never reacted to a woman like her. Fuck. What did I get myself into?

“Pierce? Hey, I need to get in there too.” She knocked on the door.

I unlocked the handle.

“Sorry.”

Her eyes dropped to my naked waist.