Page 54 of Body Checked By the Defenseman

I spread my legs.

“Good girl.”

With his fingers he spreads my folds and dips his tongue into my seam. My back arches off the bed. It doesn’t take much for my body to respond to Macklin. He licks me like I am dessert. I moan and moan, not caring who will hear, which I know is wrong.

“I need more,” I cry out.

He pauses.

“Why did you stop?” I ask.

He gives me a crooked grin and shifts off the end of his queen-size mattress to the top of the bed and lies on his back.

“What’s happening?” I ask with confusion. His cock is tenting his boxers and things were just heating up.

“You’re going to ride my face,” he says with all seriousness.

“Are you insane?” I respond with a nervous laugh.

“I’m serious. You’re going to like it,” he assures.

“That’s not a thing,” I say, convinced he’s lost it.

“I promise you it is. Now get that sweet pussy of yours over here and spread your legs over my face,” he demands.

My cheeks heat from the thought, but I trust Macklin and so I do what he says. I straddle him and hold on to the black metal headboard at the top of his bed.

“Good girl,” he praises. Then he is putting his hands on my ass and pulling me down closer to his mouth. “You can ride me, baby. It’s going to feel so good.”

I do as he says, and his tongue licks me from seam to clit. I don’t ride him as he suggested, but as he holds my ass and sucks on my clit all reason leaves me. I begin to ride his face with wanton abandon. I don’t know who I am in this moment, but the pleasure he’s delivering is too much. Too good. I begin to moan.

“Mack, this is so…”

He doesn’t say anything, he just holds me tighter. His tongue works faster and I feel like there is a bomb ready to explode inside me. It’s building so good. My hips thrust along his tongue. I wonder if he can breathe, but he’s urging me on. “Just like that, baby. You taste so sweet.”

I ride his tongue like a fucking cowgirl on a bull.

And then it strikes, the orgasm is intense but from this vantage point I’m in control and I totally lose myself, screaming out as I ride his delectable tongue. The bed is bouncing a little and I worry we are making too much noise, but the music is still blasting downstairs so it must be drowning out my cries of passion.

When I come down, I am panting, out of breath, and floating on cloud nine.

“Holy shit.” I shift off his face and move to lie on my back on the bed. I am staring up at the ceiling in awe.

“It was that good?” Macklin asks, looking pleased with himself.

“It was better than good, it was. . .” I’m speechless.

He laughs. “I wouldn’t know, but it feels as intense as sex I would think.”

“So, have we done everything? I mean except for sex?” I ask.

“I may be able to think of a few more things, but I think you’re ready,” he replies.

“Can it be tomorrow?” I ask.

“Someone is impatient.” He chuckles.

“After that, how could I not be?” I ask him and I take him in. His cock is still tenting his boxers. “What can I do for you, Mack? How can I make you feel good too?” I ask him.

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