Page 53 of Conner

“Do you think he will give Brittney the rose this week? I thought for sure she was gone last week,” he said with a grin.

Her mouth dropped open. “You watch it?”

He just shrugged.

“Alright McPhee, meet me on that couch in ten minutes!” she said with a big grin spread across her face.

Conner would do anything to keep that smile there. He was beginning to become more and more aware he would do anything to keep her here.

“You got it.”

He went to the family room and got comfortable on the couch, turning on the TV. While he was waiting, he checked the score of a few games on his phone, the western conference still had an undecided playoff slot and there were only a handful of regular series games left. The Magic’s regular reason was over this week, then they would play in Florida. Even though Blake Kelly wouldn't be there, he was still in no hurry to play them.

“Are you ready?” Sasha asked. She joined him on the couch in a t-shirt with those blessedly small sleep shorts fresh faced with her glasses on.

“Get in here, beautiful.” He laid his arm on the back of the couch and she snuggled in next to him as the show started. As they watched the show, he couldn't help but think about how wrong he had been. He had been convinced being in a relationship would be distracting. The only serious relationship he had was college. They had dated for three years, and it had been a roller coaster. They were always fighting, and he did find himself distracted. When they finally broke up, he swore he would put hockey first. And that was exactly what he’d done all these years. But he didn't know it could be like this. Having Sasha here next to him grounded him. She made things better. Even though they were in a bad situation, her being here made his mind rest right along with his body, and that felt amazing.

When the show was over, he looked down at her, and his heart clenched. He was dangerously close to loving this girl. He dipped his head and kissed her, and she kissed him right back. Her soft lips were minty fresh, she had apparently brushed her teeth when she washed her face. He deepened the kiss and cradled her head.

She pulled back and looked at him with a sultry gaze that shot straight to his already hard cock.

“Come upstairs with me,” she said.

“Lead the way, my queen,” he said as they both got off the couch.

He followed her up the stairs, his eyes glued to that luscious ass barely hidden by the sleep shorts she had on. He had been fantasizing about what was about to happen since the moment he met her. He couldn't wait and if his dickhead brother cock blocked them again, he just might kill him this time.

Once in his room Sasha turned to him and took off her glasses before slipping off her t-shirt. She stood there before him with her beautiful breasts on display and all he could do was gawk. Then he watched with barely bridled restraint, and she hooked her thumbs on the waistband of her shorts and slipped them over her hips and let them drop to the floor.That broke the spell her magical tits had put him under, and he took off his own t-shirt.

All the breath left Conner's body as he took in this beautiful woman before him. His eyes drank in every inch of her, from her painted toes all the way up to her beautiful eyes. And he wasn't even ashamed where his eyes lingered the longest and how his cock was straining painful in his pants. She cocked her eyebrow and nodded down to his shorts. Taking the hint, he slipped them down. They dropped to the floor as his cock sprung free. She licked her lips as she took him in.

At that all the resolve in him broke. He needed this woman right now. He needed to taste her. He needed to know what it felt like to be inside of her. And above all, he needed her moaning with pleasure. He walked the few steps to her and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her deeply. She fisted her hands into his hair and kissed him right back. They became a mess of tongues and teeth and roaming hands. His hands moved over the swells of her generous ass and bent his knees slightly and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him and he walked them over to the bed.

He set her down on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of her.

“Fuck, Sasha, you are a goddess,” he said as his hands reverently ran over her body. When he got to her knees, he pushed them wide. “A goddess with the world's most perfect pussy,” he said. He bent his head and kissed her already glistening seam. With one hand he held her open and his tongue lightly licked over her clit.

“Fuck, Conner,” she rasped out as her hand fisted in his hair. His tongue dipped down and teased her entrance, slipping in just a little. Then with the flat of his tongue, he licked back up to her clit and started working little circles. With his other hand he slid a finger inside of her, she was already so wet and swollen and fuck, he had never seen anything more perfect in his entire live. He slipped in another finger and began to work her while his tongue continued small circles with a bit more firmness.

“Just like that,” she said as she began to rock against his face, the hand that was already fisted in his hair closed tighter pulling his hair tight. Her breath had turned into little pants as he continued to work her, the same pressure and speed she had just told him she liked. He knew better than to change after that, he just kept going until he could tell she was just about there.

“Oh my god, Conner, I'm going to come,” she cried out. With that he sucked her clit into his mouth and worked his fingers a little harder, and instantly she collapsed on her back and cried out as her pussy clenched around his fingers. The sight of Sasha wasted on pleasure before him with her glistening pussy still clenching around his fingers with aftershocks of pleasure was better than winning any hockey game. He didn't think that was possible, but this definitely was.

He crawled up over her and helped to move her up the bed while she was still lost in the fog of her orgasm. He reached beside the bed and pulled a condom out of his bedside table. He kissed her neck and chest while she came too.

“This okay?” he asked, holding the condom, waiting to make sure her expectations at that moment were the same as his.

“Yes,” she answered back enthusiastically. He kneeled between her legs, but he was surprised when she took the condom packet from him. But as she opened it and rolled it down his length, he trembled at her touch. He bent back down and prayed he could last long enough to give her another release.

He kissed her as he slid inside of her. She gasped as he did. Once he was sheathed fully inside of her, he groaned. "Sasha, you feel so fucking good." She moaned and rocked her hips into him. He began to slowly thrust in and out of her. She was hot and tight, and he was lost in pleasure. He had been with his fair share of women, but it had never felt like this. She felt like home. As they connected, getting lost in their pleasure the world around them fell away and whatever the force was that seemed to pull them together at every turn felt magical. The connection between them was unbreakable.

He began to drive into her a bit harder and she met him thrust for thrust. Their hips working in perfect unison.

“Sasha, you feel so good.”

Her breaths got shorter, and her hand clung to his back as she worked into him. “Conner, I'm going to come again.”

That just about did it for him, but somehow, he managed to last just a little longer. A few more hard sporadic thrusts and she cried out, clinging to him as she clenched around his dick as she had just clenched around his fingers. And then he was done and slammed into her one last time, following her right along over the edge.

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