Page 13 of The Hat Trick

Vince makes a sound at the back of his throat and shoves his leg between mine. I’m already standing on my toes, but I’m barely touching the ground as he consumes me. His mouth attacks mine, his tongue dominating my mouth while he controls my entire body by just his kiss.

I’m panting as I pull my mouth away from his to breathe for a second. He doesn’t let up, and moves his mouth onto my jaw, and down my neck while continuing to hold me in place with his leg between mine. He nips and sucks at the skin on my throat as I adjust slightly, and the slight friction created has me gasp out a light moan.

His mouth is back on mine in an instant, his teeth pulling my bottom lip into his mouth briefly before he speaks. “I need you to make that sound again. Only louder, and while I make you come.”

Oh my God.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life, and he’s barely even touched me.

As we attack each other’s mouths once again I’m clawing at the fabric of his suit trying to get it off him. I need to feel his bare skin. I felt it earlier, and it wasn’t enough. I need it, and I need it now. He effectively dominates my mouth with the talented, powerful strokes of his tongue.

I manage to rip at his tie enough that it comes loose, and I’m able to pull it off, throwing the fabric somewhere. It could be lost forever for all I care. At this moment the only thing that matters is Vince’s mouth on mine and his body pressed against me. But I want more. Ineedmore.

Just as I try to pull off all his other clothes, I feel his hands slide down my body, around to the back of my thighs until I’m lifted up. I squeal into his mouth because I’m not little. I have curves, I’m a thick size fourteen, and I am not usually self-conscious about it, but when a hot ass hockey player is lifting me up, I can’t help but squirm slightly.

He doesn’t leave any room for arguments, and with his mouth never leaving mine he walks us over to my living room while my legs are wrapped around his waist, and he seems to carry me with ease. Then, he tosses me down onto the couch, and I squeal as my back hits the cushions.

I push my hair away from my face to get a view of Vince removing his jacket, revealing how the fabric of his white button up strains against his torso. I lick my lips that are swollen from our kiss as I take in this man before me. He doesn’t seem to be in any rush with a smirk on his face as he doesn’t remove the shirt he’s wearing. Instead, he unbuttons the cuffs, and rolls up the sleeves to his elbows.

I’m too enthralled to move or say anything as I watch the show before me.

“You like what you see?” he taunts while rolling up his second sleeve.

I shrug. “You’re okay, I guess.”

He hums before kneeling onto the floor in front of me.

“You’re horrible for a man’s ego, you know that?” He smirks, while sliding his hands up my thighs.

“I think you’ll survive.”

“Maybe.” His hands climb higher until he’s teasing the waistband of my leggings. “But I don’t think I can survive for very long without eating.”

His long fingers dip under the fabric, slowly starting to tease my pants down my legs. I lift my hips slightly to help get them over my ass.

“Yeah, I don’t think you can.” My voice is so breathless I don’t even recognize it.

My legs are free, and he’s taken my panties with him as he tosses the clothing behind him. He grips my knees in his warm, callused hands, pushing them apart for his view. I feel the cool air hit my center, I feel how wet I am, it’s borderline embarrassing, but the look in his eyes tells me he likes what he sees.

“It’s been too long, and I’m starving.”

I don’t get a chance to retort because his mouth is on me, his tongue licks me completely before his lips wrap around my clit, and he sucks. Hard.

I throw my head back on a loud moan as he flicks his tongue against my bundle of nerves before moving lower to lick at my opening. My hands fist his hair as I grind against his mouth. I feel the vibration from the groan he lets out before one hand presses down on my hip, holding me still, and his other joins his mouth, working me higher and higher. He laps at my clit while two fingers push inside me, and when he curls them, they hit a spot that only I have been able to find before.

“Oh my God, Vince,” I cry out.

“Am I still just okay?” he asks before pushing his fingers in again while sucking at my clit at the same time.

“You…your mouth, I can’t.” Words are not forming, and I don’t know what I’m trying to say because the pleasure he’s pulling from my body is about to blind me.

He smothers the chuckle by lapping at my center again while his fingers continue to work their magic. The combination is deadly, and I find myself trying to pull away from him as the orgasm begins to crest, and it already feels so powerful I don’t know if I can take it. He doesn’t let me get away, and he doesn’t let up on anything he’s doing to me.

“Vince…I can’t…I need—” I’m cut off by my own scream as the pleasure completely consumes me. I’m trying to push him away with my legs but pull him closer with my hands in his hair because I never want this feeling to end, but I don’t know if I can stand it either.

He works me through my pleasure as stars burst behind my closed eyes, and I continue to cry out until the feeling begins to fade and I sag against the couch. He rises, mouth glistening from my release, and it only accentuates the perfect curve of his lips, and I can’t help but pull him to me. I lick my taste off his mouth while he holds me tighter, and I feel his impressive erection straining his pants as he pushes his hips down against mine.

I reach down to undo his belt, to free what I know is going to be an impressive cock, and I need to feel it. I would’ve thought the orgasm he pulled out of me would be enough, but I still feel like I need more.

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