Page 62 of Body Checked By the Defenseman

I grow needier by the second. I reach out my hands to touch his bare shoulders, running them down his chest. I want to grip his cock and watch him lose control because my self-control is snapping. When he sucks my nipple into his mouth, my back arches off the bed, and I moan loudly.

“That feels so good.”

He licks his lips and helps me remove the robe, leaving me in the Brazilian panty. The lace is a clear pink so there isn’t much left to the imagination.

“Are you wet?” he asks.

I nod. “Do you need to ask?”

He dips his fingers into my panties. “You’re drenched for me, you dirty girl.”

His words turn me on more. Because yes, I drip for him. “I need you, Mack.”

“Where do you need me?” he asks.

“Inside me,” I tell him.

He groans a guttural groan. “I need to get you ready for my cock. I need you to be able to take me,” he says because his cock is huge. “Do you want my mouth or fingers?”

“Mouth,” I answer.

He doesn’t remove my panties. He pushes them aside. He sucks on my clit hard and I buck off the bed and groan. The string of the panties is pulling against my most sensitive parts and the mix of his tongue, along with the rubbing sensation, has me unraveling.

Macklin licks my pussy, his tongue flat along my clit down to my seam. He applies just the right amount of pressure, driving me wild. My hips buck against his tongue and I begin to moan loudly.

“I don’t want to come like this, Mack. Please. I need you inside me,” I beg.

“You’re begging is driving me crazy, Periwinkle.” He shifts to stand from the bed and he removes his jogging pants and boxers. His cock stands to attention against his abdomen.

My mouth waters. I sit up and reach for his cock, wrapping my mouth around his length and taking a few pulls.

“If you want me to last, you’ll stop. I’ve been using every ounce of self-restraint. Knowing I’m the only man to be inside you is making me crazy.”

A moan escapes me. I shift on the bed, squeezing my thighs. “I don’t understand it, but even your words turn me on.”

“You’re so responsive to me. It’s such a turn-on,” he admits, reaching for a box of condoms. He takes one and sheathes his cock.

Then he is on the bed, hovering above me. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Mack, if you don’t put your cock inside me now, I’ll put it there myself,” I warn, feeling needy for him.

He laughs.

I grip on to his shoulders, and he slowly places his cock at my entrance but he doesn’t push inside. Instead, he uses his cock to rub my clit and move my juices up and down along my seam. It feels so good my eyes roll back. I grip on to his back, urging him inside me. When he slowly begins to push inside me the feeling is overwhelming. He’s stretching me and filling me in the best way.

“You’re so tight. You feel like heaven,” he groans with his eyes squeezed shut. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

He’s inside me and he isn’t moving.

“I need you to move, Mack.”

He moves at a turtle’s pace.

“Faster, Mack. I’m not going to break,” I assure him.

He picks up the pace and there is a burning feeling, but there is also a feeling of pleasure that’s building. His movements growfaster, and his cock is rubbing me in all the right places. My muscles relax as I feel an impending orgasm.

“Are you good?” he asks, thrusting. His voice is strained. A sheen of sweat has broken out on his forehead.

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