Penetrate (Alpha Athletes 3)

“You know what we’re celebrating?” I asked.

She licked her lips. “Your big win of course.”

I shook my head, letting a few drops drip to her other breast before I devoured the sweet champagne from her nipple.

“No, we’re celebrating saying ‘fuck off’ to everyone else.”

I tipped the glass, pouring a small stream on her navel. She shivered as I lowered my head to lap the alcohol from her skin.

“Ohh.”

She writhed under me.

“Stay still,” I teased.

“You’re not upset I told my brother and he told Eric?”

I pushed her knees apart. “What do you think?”

I dumped the rest of the glass from one knee to the other, watching with thirst as the bubbles trickled down her legs, over the softness of her thighs and soaking her perfectly delicious clit. I lowered my head, sucking lightly at first, but the thirst overcame me and I lapped and licked harder until I pushed my tongue inside her while she bucked her hips wildly.

Her hands fisted through my hair as she moaned inaudible sounds. I could get drunk off her like this every day. It was fucking amazing how she tasted. How she sounded. How she felt.

Her tight pussy clenched at me violently. I grinned.

“Do you want me now, baby?” I asked.

“Oh God yes,” she whimpered.

I unzipped my pants and unleashed my cock. I saw the look in her eye as I kicked my pants to the floor. I took my time settling between her legs.

“Just like this?” I asked, rubbing the head of my dick between her soaking wet folds, coating myself in her arousal and champagne.

“Fuck me,” she urged.

I slammed into her with a solid thrust as we both groaned with the intensity. It was sticky and sweet. I moved in and out of her, feeling our skin gliding over skin. I shoved her ankles over my shoulders, in search of an angle that would bring us both to our fucking knees.

She screamed as I flicked her clit back and forth with my fingers. She was tight and swollen. Her head rocked to the side.

“Oh, Pierce. Fuck me harder.”

“Harder?” I reared back. She was fucking unbelievable. I slammed into her, until we were both blinded by the oblivion of skin and heat.

I pumped, scaling her body, licking, kissing and fucking her until we were covered in sweat and champagne.

I grabbed her ass as I felt my release building. It gripped the base of my spine. I roared as I pumped into her, spilling everything I had one thrust after another. My orgasm took me to a space of black. There was no color. Only the feeling of being buried inside her sweet pussy.

I collapsed on top of her.

Her hands moved over my back. I could hear the rapid beat of her heart.

“You know I still have a glass of champagne over there.” She giggled.

“You’re kidding, right?” I could barely move a muscle. I was spent and exhausted.

“I don’t kid about champagne.” Her voice sounded very authoritative. And that’s when I learned what I had thought all along. Sierra Leigh was the fucking girl of my dreams.

Chapter Seventeen