Soccer Romance Novels & Stories

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

He pulled off his tuxedo and jacket in quick succession, dragging me closer by the waist; his hypnotizing scent filled my nostrils as he placed a hand behind me and squeezed my butt cheeks. "Uhmm, take me baby. I am all yours." I moaned in pleasure as I pulled off my strap, my two plunging melons out in the open as he mouthed them with filthy perfection. I slid my hand down to his length which was bulging inside his trousers. "Give me all of that, show me how you fuck those filthy bitches, bang me crazy as you did to Sophia on Prom Night. Give it to me, you crazy motherfucker!"

“Right. But you just missed what would have been a perfectly great hug. I won't volunteer to do it ever again” A small but visible smile appears across his lips. In a swift motion, he takes off his jersey with one hand, squeezing it in his hands. “I'm sorry rainbow. Have a go again.” His tone is soft and teasing. I turn to my side, rolling my eyes. “It's obviously too late now.” Jeremías doesn't say another word. I could feel his gaze on me, dragging down my body. It's like his gaze is feeling physical on me. He suddenly slides his palm into mine, leading me out of the dressing room. “Let's go home. My place.”

"But this club is small. People talk. And if there's something going on, you need to be careful. Especially with Damien." The warning echoed her father's words from the office. Keep your relationship with Captain Moretti strictly professional. It seemed everyone in her life was telling her the same thing. But nobody was telling her how to stop feeling what she felt. --- The film crew arrived on Friday. They were filming a promotional package for the derby match. Interviews with key players. Shots of the training ground. B-roll of the city skyline. Sarah had put Evelyn in charge of coordinating the shoot, and she threw herself into the work with a focus that bordered on obsession.

Lorenzo kissed her deeply, swallowing every soft moan that escaped her. When she came around Luciano with a trembling cry, he held her through it, then lifted her off him and guided her onto Federico. She took him just as deeply, hips rolling, head falling back as she fucked herself on his cock. Santiago stroked her clit with firm, precise fingers while she rode. Lorenzo kept kissing her. Luciano watched with dark satisfaction, already hard again.

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by: Authoress Ricky 🦋 Chapter Fifteen 🦋 My eye were close shut but after I didn't get any kiss from him, I open my eye and saw him staring at him. "What were you thinking" he use his finger to wipe the ice cream on my lips and lick it before he poke my nose making me squeak. "That hurt" I said rubbing my nose. "You are really dirty minded" he teased and I roll my eye and step away from him angrily. "Don't be mad at me you, weren't actually expecting me to kiss you"a smirk form on his lips and I knew he was playing me.

He grabbed her jaw and kissed her lips again. "I'll never forgive you if you do that, Beta! Even if I die. You're in a pathetic shadow that you've created yourself!" Rena said seriously. She struggled even more when Romeo's hand touched the top of her leg and quickly pushed her skirt away. Romeo tensed, but he couldn't stop. "Give me sweet memories you can never forget, Rena Schaaci ... my mate." "I've had enough of holding back the urge all this time. Let us reconcile for a moment," continued Romeo.

“But don’t worry about that. I’ll keep you company. Maybe you can tell me all about your soccer career. Or has it already come to an end?” Lola’s cheeks grew hot with embarrassment and potential rage. She couldn’t believe that the busiest man on the planet had time to remember a childhood mishap from several years ago. “I never wanted to be a professional soccer player, Santiago,” she said defensively. “I was just passionate about it in high school.” “Yeah, right,” Santiago chortled. “The only thing you were passionate about was dropping balls in the back of your own net. A terrifically terrible goalie you were.”

"I come every once in a while to, how do I explain this, um, scope out a potential lover." I feel a kick in the front of my pants. I wasn't expecting her to be so blunt, and it's kind of a turn-on. She's right. She doesn't act like the other girls. "Really?" "Soccer players are full of drama, so either they need to be reminded of what great lovers they are after a loss or they want someone to reiterate what great gods they are after a win. Either way, I get some good sex. If it's a visiting team, I never have to see the person again. It works for me."

They splashed water at each other, their laughter echoing in the quiet night. As they enjoyed the playful moment, Sara's genuine, joyous laughter was a sight to behold. Yohan found himself unable to control his desires, and he stepped closer, kissing her with passion. He kissed her fervently, pressing her closer to him. Sara's hands moved up to grasp his shoulders in excitement. Yohan's hand guided her head, drawing her nearer, while his other hand gently moved from her neck, down her chest and slender waist to her thigh. He removed her nightgown, exposing her body, and then took off their remaining clothes. Without hesitation, he entered her. Sara moaned in pleasure as he began to move. Her