Page 38 of Tempting the King

“I said stay. I’ve got you, baby, just let everything go.” I pat her head, then turn toward the door, stripping my t-shirt off as I go, ready to get down and dirty.

I drop it on the back of the sofa that sent me flying a few minutes ago, jogging the next few steps to grab my stick, and spin, heading back to my girl who is watching me, wide-eyed.

“This is my game stick from the last, most important goal I’ve ever scored. I’ve never given one of my sticks away to anyone except my mom and dad.”

Her eyelids flutter as she looks from the stick, back to me, and it’s hard to fucking breathe with her sitting there, her bare tits taunting me. “That’s too much. It’s so personal.”

She’s trying to control shit again, and I realize more than a moment ago how much she needs what’s about to happen.

“You, my little firecracker, need some reprogramming. You can’t seem to grasp the idea of giving up control. So, baby, I’m going to help you.”

Her eyes flash as I pull a roll of canvas tape from my pocket. I didn’t plan this, but fate was watching out for me.

I left it there when I wrapped the handles of my new sticks early this morning, when I couldn’t sleep.

My pulse races as I fight off the urge to just lay her on the floor and pump into her. But this is better.

“First, lose the pants. And the panties.” I don’t wait for her to protest or start with the questions. “Right now. Off.”

Her eyes are wide, staring at me with anticipation as she tucks her hair behind her ears. Then she lifts her hips, peels the stretchy fabric of her pants down, and pulls her panties off next. Then she bends over to free them both from her little feet. Her tits dangle down, swaying and bouncing with her movement, and I imagine lying on the floor one day with her over me, feeding me her warm, sweet milk.

When she sits back up, her eyes are back on mine, and I give her a nod of approval as I take in this perfect angel.

My cock and balls are as hard as they’ve ever been as sweat gathers on my forehead. She watches with eyes full of heat as I arrange the stick on the back of the sofa, holding the roll of tape between my teeth and making easy work of getting rid of the rest of my clothes. I kick them aside as she gets the first real look at my dick.

There’s shock and horror, and I hope a bit of happiness, marching across her features as I bring my knees onto the sofa cushions on either side of her.

“You, my sweet firecracker, are going to be my first as well.”

“Really?”

I grit out a low chuckle as I lift her arm with one hand, positioning her wrist on the back of the sofa toward one end of the hockey stick. I reach over to do the same with the other, as I answer, “I’ve never eaten pussy before.”

She lets out a disapproving gasp, and I’m sure she’s about to give me shit. And I’d agree with her, except she’s got the wrong idea.

“It’s not that I have any problem with my mouth on that pink, delicious body part. But, to me, that’s the most intimate act. I never felt anything special enough that I wanted to give that. I guess, in a way, that was selfish, but unconsciously I was saving it. For someone. For you, baby.”

I work the roll of tape in my hands, looking down to see her eyes flick from mine to my dick, which is bobbing up and down in front of her face.

“I’ve never put a cock in my mouth, either,” she whispers on a shaky breath. “Never touched one.”

There’s a ripping sound as I tear off a strip of tape, her eyes still pinned to mine as she licks her lips, then sticks out her tongue in offering, and I’m fucking in love.

I shift forward, putting my cock within sucking distance, and she hesitates, staring at it like she’s Midas and it’s a golden flower. She wants it, but something is holding her back.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask, gripping my shaft and dangling the prize in her face.

She licks her lips, swallowing as her eyes grow large and bright, then she looks down meekly. “I might… I have the world’s worst gag reflex. I don’t want to embarrass myself and disappoint you.”

I take hold of her chin, turning her face up again. “Firecracker, you could never be anything but perfect.” I push my hips forward, trailing the head of my cock over her lips, and she opens. “Your mouth is magic, I already know.”

With one touch, the rest of the world falls away. There’s no suspension, no vow, no team that matters more than what’s happening right here and now.

“That’s my good girl,” I say as she spreads her lips around my head, letting it slide into the waiting warmth.

I choke on my emotions as she coughs and it goes deeper, but I hold her eyes.

“Relax, baby. That’s it. Slow and easy.” I moan, as her mouth takes control of my senses. “Fuck, you’re amazing. Jesus Christ, you’re a fucking natural.”

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