Page 89 of The Hockey Grump Saves Christmas

“You’re the one who told me I don’t stand up for what I want. That I need to please myself and not everyone else.” Her eyes are open now. “So please take your clothes off.” She’s clear and firm.

“I never disobey a strict instruction.” I unzip my hoodie and toss it toward the sofa before pulling off the T-shirt underneath.

“Good God. Just look at you.” She’s propped up, elbows behind her now, breasts falling in delicious curves, eyes eating me up. “You look like something from a magazine. Not an actual living human who I’m allowed to touch.”

I stand up and make swift work of my jeans, underwear and socks.

“I believe you were eager to touch this the other day.” I point with both hands toward my vertical throbbing cock that’s never felt this swollen in its life.

“Hell, yes.”

And oh, dear God, she pushes herself up to kneel before me.

This is the wrong way around. It’s me who should be worshiping her. She’s the one who’s beautiful in body and soul and mind. I’m just the hockey doofus who only lookslike this because it’s been my job to work out every day for the last decade. And even before that I was at the high school gym all the time because I knew I wanted hockey to be my life, my existence.

Natalie’s lips part in a smile of wonder as she strokes her fingers oh so gently up both sides of my erection, exactly like she did in the theater.

A groan rumbles out of me at her touch. All I want her to do is take me in her fist and squeeze.

But the gentle strokes continue.

“That kills me.” It’s impossible to take my eyes off her face and hands.

“Please don’t die before I’ve finished with you,” she says, dipping her head and slowly licking the path her fingers just took.

“Dear fucking God, Natalie.” My balls clench and it’s all I can do not to come all over her face right this second.

When she gets to the tip, she lifts her eyes and locks them with mine as she slowly, agonizingly fucking slowly, opens her mouth and wraps her lips around the head.

Her gaze holds mine as she moves lower, taking me inside the delicious warm wetness a fraction at a time, flicking me with her tongue the whole way and making me feel like my whole body is about to combust.

My dick twitches inside the heat of her mouth, and when I hit the back of her throat, she sucks just the tiniest bit and I think I might die.

This is the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. Fuck game-winning goals—Natalie’s mouth on my cock beats them every time.

She wraps her hand around the rest of my shaft, and finally I get the squeeze I’ve been yearning for.

My eyes drift closed and I losemyself in her, lose myself to the unbridled physical pleasure of Natalie sucking and squeezing my desperate, pulsating cock.

I’m on the brink of blowing my load right here.

In any other moment like this I would keep going, see this out, ride it to its orgasmic end.

But this is different.

And with more willpower than I ever thought I owned, I withdraw from her mouth and push her onto her back. She falls with a squeal and another sexy giggle.

“This was about me licking you until you scream, remember? Not the other way around,” I say. “Now, where was I?”

Ah yes, that glistening mound of golden hair.

I run my fingers over it, and the way her body shivers under my touch is possibly the most gratifying thing I’ve ever known.

Sliding my fingers down between her thighs, I immediately find her heat. My cock buzzes at how wet she is, how desperate I am to be inside her, at how fucking good she feels.

I fix my eyes on her face and watch her expression change as I soak a finger and slide it up to her engorged clit. Her head rolls to the side, her mouth dropping open on a heavy sigh.

She rocks her hips up to me, welcoming my touch, guiding me to increase the pressure. I do exactly as her body asks, and her back arcs in the most beautiful way, her breath getting heavier, her breasts rising and falling.

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