We lay tangled in the center of the sacred pitch, our bodies still joined, his c**k softening slowly inside my c*m-filled p***y. The night air cooled our sweat-slicked skin as Alex reached for his discarded suit jacket and draped it gently over my naked back and shoulders. The fabric smelled of him—rich cologne, musk, and raw s*x. For a few precious moments, his strong arms wrapped around me in a surprisingly tender embrace, one hand stroking my hair while the other held my ass possessively, keeping me pressed flush against his chest.
"You're mine, Bella," he murmured against my forehead, his voice low and dominant even in the softness. "No matter what happens when we leave this field."
I melted into him, my inner walls still fluttering around his thickness, savoring the filthy evi
