[18+] ENEMIES TO LOVERS SPORTS ROMANCE.
*REWRITTEN*
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Hannah Walker doesn't trust anyone, especially men.
They're manipulative and toxic - her lousy ex taught her that lesson well.
Enter Tristan Beckett, the embodiment of everything she despis...
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Tristan
"Shhh," I murmured, kissing the soft skin of her bare shoulder as my finger circled her needy clit.
She trembled, panting through her nose as my other hand covered her mouth. It still did little to silence the little moans and whimpers she let out against my palm as I teased her dripping-wet pussy with my fingers.
We were both on our sides, her back pressed to my chest as my cock throbbed painfully against her ass, separated only by the material of my boxers. I was trying to keep some semblance of control, instead of mounting her like an animal, something my instincts were pushing me to do. I had to constantly remind myself to keep things under a certain noise level — especially as I wondered if her mother owned a shotgun.
My lips traced the graceful arch of her neck, pressing a gentle kiss to her pulse as I buried my middle and ring fingers deep inside her. Her hand shot to my wrist when my palm grazed her clit, adding pressure as her hips bucked into my hold.
"Am I being a good boyfriend yet?" I asked, smirking when she nipped one of my fingers with her teeth.
Using the two fingers buried inside her, I dragged her ass back into me, molding her curves to my frame and squeezing her close. Almost immediately, she arched into me, rocking her perfect little ass against my cock and drawing a pained groan from me.
Chuckling hoarsely, I said, "You just can't wait, can you? You're practically begging me to fuck you right now."
My thumb found her swollen clit, rubbing firmly as I pushed my cock into her ass. "But don't worry — every second away from you, not seeing you, hearing you, touching you — nearly ruined me, Hannah. I don't think you understand just how much I've come to need you. More than you could ever need me. It fucking terrifies me."
Her hand lifted to pull mine from her mouth, allowing her to say, "It's nice not to be the only one."
She turned her head to look at me, and when those blue eyes, dark with pleasure, peered into mine, I couldn't hold back, and I leaned forward to kiss her. I quickly lost myself in the taste of her, embracing the rush of pure insanity as her lips parted for me and my tongue swept inside to swallow all of her sweet moans. It was wet, and it was hot, and I would never get enough of her.
But soon enough, we needed to come up for air, so I reluctantly pulled back, keeping my forehead pressed against hers as I closed my eyes to try and regain some of my sanity. It would be really bad if I lost control here.
"Tristan?"
My eyes opened, locking with hers.
"I've missed you. I don't think I've said that yet, but being away from you was hard for me too. You were the only one I wanted to go to when everything was happening."
Fuck. Now there was no turning back. She was mine — and God save any bastard who tried to take her from me.
Removing my hand from between her thighs, I moved away to quickly yank off my boxers, tossing them next to my shirt. And then I grabbed the strip of condoms on her bedside table, turning back to face her. She was sitting up now, lips swollen and cheeks flushed as the blankets pooled around her waist. Her perky tits hogged all of my attention — her nipples playing peek-a-boo behind strands of long, golden hair. It gave me a dark satisfaction knowing I would be the only man to ever see her like this. Well, I was the only one that mattered.
