Page 107 of Face Off With Fate

The word tore from my chest—it didn’t even sound like it came from me.

This had all been a ploy, an act I’d put on, pretending I was in control of the situation. It was all bullshit. In reality, I was threadbare and unraveling quickly. The feeling of her slick pussy alone had me on the verge of coming.

There was no fucking chance I’d last long.

Graciella leaned forward, nipping at my lip.

The sight of her like this, completely gone to lust, sent arousal coursing through me. I wanted her so badly I couldn’t stand it. I cupped her ass in my hands, yanking her off the island, careful to set her down gently before I turned her around.

“Grip the counter, Trouble,” I whispered in her ear, sucking on her lobe. Her moan shot straight to my cock, and I pressed it against her ass.

She clutched the marble edge as I scraped the soft skin of her shoulder with my teeth. “This is what you’ve done to me for weeks. Now show me how well you follow directions.”

I pulled out a condom, the sound making her catch her breath. “Knew you were getting lucky tonight?” she sassed over her shoulder.

“I was hopin’ so.” I kissed her pouty lips, savoring her taste.

“No condom, Monroe. I want to feel every part of you.”

I stilled at her words.

“You sure, baby?” I reached into the front of her shorts, swirling my fingertips over her clit. “Because I’d love nothin’ more than to fill you with my fucking cum, but I wanna make sure that’s what you want.”

She nodded, blissed out from my finger swirling on her center.

“Tell me, Graciella,” I whispered. “Tell me what you want.”

Her eyes popped open, flames in those pupils.

“I want you to fuck me bare, Coach. Drip down my leg like you dripped down my tits.”

“Fuck.”

“Now stop talking and fuck me with those fingers,” she moaned, white-knuckling the counter, head lolling from side to side against my shoulder.

I chuckled. Of course she was still a brat.

I pulled away, earning a frustrated growl from her lips. “Beg.”

Black strands whipped around, those little flames dancing in her eyes again, the way I loved. “What?”

“You heard me.” I gripped her chin with my thumb and forefinger, gently forcing her mouth to form an “o,” and fuck did it make me lose my mind. “On your knees and beg for my cock.”

Those eyes of hers shone with defiance. She wanted so badly to do the exact opposite of what I said.

“Come on, baby, what are you going to do?” My tone was smug and teasing as I unzipped my pants, boxers already wet with precum.

She zeroed in on where my tip peeked out over the band, weeping for her. I swiped up the droplet, rubbing it along her bottom lip, fucking living for her moan. She dropped to my feet.

“Would you look⁠—”

“Be quiet,” she cut me off, hands reaching for my pants.

I could barely string together coherent thoughts. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Graciella,” I rasped before she tugged down my jeans, pulling my boxers down with them.

A thrill moved through me when she licked her lips like I was her favorite fucking meal. I threaded my fingers into her hair, gripping it to tilt her head back.

A curse slipped out, breathy and needy, making my cock twitch.