Page 95 of Pinkie Promise

Hunter lets go of his shaft and presses a kiss to my lips. His fingers search my skirt for the zipper before easing it down my thighs.

His eyes drop to my purple panties and his breathing becomes heavier.

“You never seen a guy come before?” he asks me gruffly. “It isn’t just a drop, baby. Takes a lot of pumps to unload.”

“How many?” I ask, as he presses a kiss to my jaw.

“Enough to give my girl another orgasm before I finish.”

His hands grip the sides of my panties and he slowly tugs them down my thighs.

As soon as he frees me of my underwear his mouth meets the centre of my chest, and he makes a delicious groaning sound as he squeezes my breasts together.

I stroke my fingers into his hair as he drags his bristled jaw over my breasts, looking up at me for confirmation before sucking a nipple into his mouth. I arch up off the bed and he grunts roughly, lapping at me relentlessly and making me lose my breath.

“Hunter, Hunter, Hunter–”

He smirks and murmurs, “I love it when you say my name, baby.” Then he sucks me even harder as two digits press against my clit.

“Hunter, I need you,” I whimper as he moves his mouth back to mine, his arm pumping roughly between us as he works my little nub.

“You’re gonna have me,” he assures me, his pecs rubbing hard against my breasts. “I promise, baby, I’m gonna give you every damn inch.”

He licks his tongue against mine and rubs my clit even faster, using his other hand to reach out and grab the condom box beside us.

His breathing becomes more laboured, his cock leaking against my thigh, and when I look over to the box I notice that Hunter’s hand is trembling. I reach slowly over to it, taking the box from his fist, and his cheeks stain red as our eyes lock together.

Despite all of Hunter’s sexy swaggering hockey captain charm, he’s still as new to all of this as I am.

I slowly tease open the box and then peek inside.

The curiosity on my face makes Hunter breathe out a laugh, and he presses an amused kiss to my pink cheeks as I shake out a couple of vacuum-sealed squares.

He releases a rough sound when he sees the three foil packets in my hand.

“Oh wait, what’s your favourite number again?” I ask him innocently.

He waits a beat and then rasps out, “Nine.”

On the inside I’m shimmering.Nine, like his jersey number.

I shake out six more condoms before placing the box beside my cheer bow, and I flash him my best girl-next-door smile as I lean my arms up above my head.

“Then we better get started, Captain,” I whisper, laughing as soon as he does.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, kissing me possessively. Then he brushes eight of the condoms to the side of the bed, picking up number nine and tearing into it.

He uses both of his fists to ease the rubber down his thick cock, his chest heaving and his shoulder muscles bulging. When he’s got it in place he presses his torso back down on top of mine and kisses me tenderly, groaning when he licks at my tongue.

“You sure?” he asks, tangling one of his hands in my hair.

I press a kiss to the small cut on his cheekbone, and then I lock our pinkies together. “All yours.”

“Baby,” he murmurs, lifting our hands above my head, holding me in place as he begins pushing at my entrance.

A deep rumble sounds in his chest as he looks down at me and slides inside.

I moan loudly and he drops every ounce of his weight on top of me.

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