Page 11 of Pucking Christmas Triplets Surprise

His thumb brushes against my bottom lip, and my mouth instinctively opens, allowing him to slip inside. The sensation is electric. My body feels a drunk kind of headiness, and for once, everything is empty. There are no thoughts about my next move. I just follow whatever Christopher says or does next, and it doesn't scare me. Why doesn't that scare me?

Just as my brows start to furrow, he kisses me deeply and possessively, his tongue exploring my mouth, and he tastes like the ashes of a fire and tartness of cherries. I want more, and just as I pull him in closer, he pulls away, leaving me breathless and yearning. I don't think I've ever yearned before, but fuck do I want him. I want him to make all the noise disappear in my head again.

I look at him with hooded eyes, and he grunts in approval again, running his fingers through my hair. He pulls my head back slightly and smiles down at me.

"Good girl," he praises, and my knees go weak. My center is slick with my own desire. My bottom lip quivers, and I realize I want him. No, I need him to say that again.

He looks at me with those blue eyes that remind me of sapphires. His lips a whisper away from mine as he mutters."Let’s get rid of some of that tension."

He guides me over to a nearby bench, positioning me so that I sit facing him while he stands between my legs. The cold metal of the sideline wall seeps through my thin cream leggings, but I barely notice as Christopher begins to unbutton my pink cardigan and I silently curse myself for the white thick-ass shirt that I am wearing underneath, because I want him to touch all of me. I've never felt that way about Dylan, sure I've beenturned on, but I've never needed him when I had my own ways of easing the tension. Christopher is different. I need him, because that heat between my legs? That small-ass rose bud dildo won't do. It has to be him.

"Spread your legs, Josie," he commands, his voice firm yet soothing.

I obey, my thighs parting hesitantly, but Christopher gives me no time to think as his hands work deftly, sliding my leggings and underwear down to my knees to expose my glistening core. A wave of embarrassment washes over me as the cold bites at my wet core, but it is quickly replaced by anticipation as Christopher's fingers hover above my entrance.

"Relax," he instructs, his voice a calming balm. "Submit to me."

CHAPTER 5

CHRISTOPHER

Jesus Christ,she is so fucking wet. So fucking willing. So fucking mine. I press Josie against the wall of the rink with my body; her cream leggings and cute white panties with strawberries printed on them are around her ankles. Her hands claw at my jacket but this is the only thing blocking her if anyone comes in and sees us, and no one but me from this moment on can see my little Josie naked, panting and yearning for cock.

I grab her wrist with my free hand, locking it in my grip above her head. “Don’t you dare move your hands, princess.”

“Coach,” she mewls, her emerald eyes softening with a plea. I almost give in to her quivering bottom lip. Instead, I suck her lip between mine and kiss her slowly as if we have all the time in the world. My tongue explores her mouth, and she tastes like her cherry lipstick, sweet, tart, and all fucking mine.

She pants, her hips shifting underneath mine, her soaked pussy running across my index finger. Her vanilla scenteclipses my nostrils as she shifts closer to me, chasing my fingers as I drag them along her center.Shit, I want her closer.I want her legs wrapped around my shoulders, her hands knotted in my hair, and her racing to her climax like the future Olympian she fucking is.

I pull away from our kiss, her cute lips chase me down as if she is demanding more because she isn’t done with me; little does she know I am just getting started. My index finger presses against her clit, drawing slow, small circles. “Josie,” I murmur. “What did I tell you about calling me Coach?”

Her breath comes out sharp. Her eyes squeeze shut as I continue my torture. She rushes out her words in one breath, a groan catching on my name. “You said to call you Christopher.”

I tilt my head to the side, my hips pressing into hers to stop her naughty ass from grinding against my hand. “Right, don’t call me Coach again, or I won’t let you cum.”

“Fuck,” she jerks, falling into the wall of the rink, her blonde waves stuck to her cheeks. She opens her eyes, narrowing them on me. “You wouldn’t dare.”

This little girl thinks she can threaten me.I scoff, moving to remove my fingers from her slick cunt. Her eyes grow wide as she runs to grab my wrist with both hands and keep me there.

“No, don’t stop.” She whispers, her nails digging painfully good into my wrist.She wants me. She needs me.

I chuckle. “Then keep your hands locked above your fucking head, listen to my orders.”

“Yes, Christopher.” She nods, crossing her wrists and placing them above her head. I love when Josiefights me, but her submission makes me want to fuck her so hard the dorms down the road can hear my little princess Josie Richards cum for me, screaming my name.

I slide my fingers between her folds, finding her clit immediately, and she bucks underneath me. Her body is slick with anticipation, her juices coating my fingers as I circle her sensitive nub. Her hips push forward, rubbing her pussy along my fingers, coating them in her sweetness.

“You’re so needy, princess. What do you want me to do?” I whisper, giving her a little control that I know none of these other boys have because they don’t know how to pleasure a girl like my Josie.

Her breath hitches, and she pouts. “More, please more.”

“More? Like this?” I tease, slipping one finger into her, and I feel her inner walls tighten around my digits, begging for more as her eyes squeeze shut. “Come on, princess, look at me while you cum.”

She lets out a throaty protest, opening her glossed-over eyes, and she looks minutes away from slapping me or crying. I wouldn’t mind if she did both right now. Slap me for taking so long to come into her life right where I belong and crying because I know she has never felt pleasure this good before.

My head drops into the crook of her neck, and I inhale the vanilla snow scent, groaning as she bucks against me. “That’s it, baby,” I murmur, pressing my thumb harder against her clit. “Take it. Take what you need.”

Her hips buck wildly, trying to grind against my hand, but I hold her firmly in place.

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