Kiara’s breaths were harsh and desperate, her eyes watching as he took the last piece of clothing off his body. “I bet you were praying for the game to end.”

“I wasn’t.”

“then tell me, what were you praying for?”

Kiara’s body shivered at the sound of his voice, her teeth clenching as to stop herself from moaning. “I wanted... I w-wanted you to hold me as tight as you were holding the ball. I wanted to run my hands all over the sweat that tainted your abdomen...I-I wanted you.”

Zique stepped closer to her, hoisting her left leg up. “Why are you so naive?” He gripped the length of his c*ck, the solid rod being squeezed so tight in his hand as he guided it towards her entrance. “This honesty is something I wish I had. Perhaps if I had been more honest from the start, everything I put you through in the past could’ve been avoided and this unnameable thing between us could’ve started a while back. I’d have gotten to see you turn as red as a tomato every time I say something that surpris