End Game (Bellevue Bullies 4) - Page 76

Or so I thought.

When she moves her fingers along the length of me through my Assassins’ trainer track pants, breathing isn’t optional. She’s gentle, full of caution. I lean toward her, pressing my forehead into hers.

“Watch,” I whisper against her lips.

She takes a deep breath before bringing her lip between her teeth, averting her eyes down between us. I watch her face as it changes from apprehension to curiosity. When her other hand moves between us, pulling the waistband of my pants toward her, I hold my breath.

“Oh.”

Oh.

Not oh fuck or oh my oreven oh God. Nope, just oh. Not really what you want to hear a girl say when she sees your cock for the first time. But hey, it’s her first cock. She glances up at me, her eyes wide and full of terror, and I send her a calming smile.

“Touch it,” I urge her, and Jesus, my voice sounds so strained.

Her jaw ticks, and I swear I can feel her heartbeat shaking the bed as she moves her forefinger along the shaft of my dick. She circles her finger around the tip of it, and her mouth parts in awe.

Fuck, she’s absolutely stunning.

When she takes ahold of me, she widens her eyes. “It’s thick,” she comments, not to me, more to herself. “And this is how you jack someone off, right?” Before she even finishes the sentence, she’s moving her strong hand up and down, like she’s been doing this her whole life.

I almost come out of my skin. “Whoa, pump the brakes, sweetheart.”

I still her hand as her gaze shoots to mine. “Was that wrong?”

“Oh no, no, no,” I somehow get out, trying to slow my heart. “That was very right.”

“Then why did you stop me?”

“Because I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

She squints. “What do you mean?”

“I’m two seconds from coming all over these pants, and I don’t think I get another pair, so I’m gonna save that for later.”

When she figures out what I’m saying, her face lights up. “I was gonna make you come,” she says proudly.

I chuckle, my heart in my throat. “Sofia, you can make me come by looking at me.”

She draws in a sharp breath. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” I say as I take a handful of her ass. “Have you come before?”

I can see her bite the inside of her cheek. “No. But I was told by one of the girls I used to do gymnastics with that if you split the beam just right, you can get off.”

I try not to laugh. “Really? Did you?”

“No!” she exclaims, shaking her head. “Every time I slammed m-m-my pussy against it, I cried like a bitch.”

I laugh out loud. “Well, that makes sense.”

Then she gives me a serious look. “You aren’t supposed to cry, right?”

I shake my head, holding in my laughter. “Not at all.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Wait, you haven’t touched yourself?”

She shrugs shyly, looking down at my chest as she moves her hands under my chin. “I mean, I have, but I always felt stupid.”

“Why? You should enjoy it. Love the feel of your beautiful and sexy body. I do it all the time.”

She snorts. “You’re a dude. You’re supposed to, or you’ll explode.”

I smile when she looks up at me. “I haven’t exploded yet.” When I waggle my brows at her, she giggles as she leans into me. Damn it, she feels so nice. I kiss her temple, inhaling her sweet smell. It’s more apples I smell today, and I desperately want her. “Let me touch you,” I say gruffly against her hair.

She doesn’t look at me. Her fingers grip the front of my shirt as she whispers, “Yes.”

I stroke my hand along her neck, cupping her jaw before tipping it back so I can look into her sweet eyes. She’s terrified, but I also see the lust swirling in those depths. My other hand moves from her ribs, down her stomach, to the thin shorts she wears. I push them over her hips, and she slides them down her thighs. I can’t see much, which is absolutely depressing. But then, I’m about to touch her sweet pussy. My hand is shaking like it’s below freezing in here, yet I’m burning from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

I run my finger along her thighs, and she pulls in a deep breath, her eyes burning into mine. She’s scared. “It’s okay.”

She nods, her mouth parting as I run two fingers up her bare and wet lips.

“Holy fuck.” Her eyes widen, dread filling her features, so I quickly flash her a grin. “That’s a real good holy fuck,” I inform her as I run my fingers along her slit. “You shave.”

She nods like it’s nothing. “I have to. I wear a leo.”

But none of that matters when I move my fingers between her thick lips. She breathes heavily as I take in my own deep breath, begging myself to keep it together. Her eyes meet mine when I find her clit. From this moment on, I know I’m not going to make it. A soft moan leaves her throat, but I can’t hear it well over the knock of my heart against my ribs. I find the perfect rhythm with my fingers on her clit, one that has her squirming, and her head falls back as she moans ever so loudly.

I take her mouth with mine, kissing the stuffing out of her as I move my fingers against her taut nub. Her body leans into mine, her hips tilting up to my hand, and everything inside me is exploding. Her fingers bite into my biceps while she presses her lips hard to mine, crying out against my mouth as she goes still. Her clit is pulsating against my fingers, and when she jerks away from my hand, I open my mouth to bring in much-needed air.

She came.

Holy fuck.

I’ve seen brides at an endless number of weddings. I’ve seen pretty girls, and I’ve been with them. I’ve held the most precious babies, and I’ve scored some sick-ass, gorgeous goals. I’ve also seen others score unbelievable goals, but nothing comes close to the beauty of Sofia coming on my hand.

It is the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.

“Oh God,” she gasps, her nails still digging into my skin. “Oh my God.”

Her body trembles, her thighs squeezing together as she gasps in deep breaths, letting them out in a whoosh.

I close my eyes, trying to catch my breath too. “Are you okay?” I ask, and I curse myself for not rubbing one out before I came here. I should have known! Hot girl, me, her bed. Things were bound to get hot. We’ve been lusting after each other for weeks.

She nods, her lips moving against mine. “So good,” she whispers. “That was… Oh God.”

I nibble at her swollen bottom lip. “Really fucking hot.”

Her eyes open, and she sends me a grin. “Really?”

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