Page 12 of Pucking Christmas Triplets Surprise

“Christopher, please,” she whimpers, her voice strained and breathy like she can’t catch her breath. “I need... I need...”

“What do you need, Josie?” I ask, my teeth graze against her shoulder as I speak. “You need me to make my pretty little pussy cum?”

“Ugh, yes,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Please Chris, fuck me, please.”

I chuckle against the column of her neck as I drag my other hand up and knead her breast through the thick cotton of her shirt. I find her nipples pressing against the shirt and click my tongue. “I don’t know, princess; maybe I should stop and wash your mouth out with soap.”

“Chris,” she hisses as my fingers pinch her nipples through her shirt, too easily for her to be wearing a bra.

I growl at the thought of her without any bra all day today, sitting in my arena, skating on my ice with her breasts free and yearning for my mouth. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

She slides her bottom lip between her teeth and shakes her head coyly. Heat rushes through my body, and my cock strains against the zipper of my jeans; damn there, begging to get out and find its new home right between Josie’s thighs. I thrust two fingers deep into her wet heat, feeling her walls clamp down on me instantly. She cries out, her back arching off the wall, her chest heaving with each desperate breath.

“Christ, you’re so tight,” I mutter, curling my fingers to stroke her g-spot. “So fucking tight for me.”

My other hand slides up her soft skin, right under her shirt, and cups her breast. Her legs tremble, and I know she’s close. I increase the pressure on her clit, rubbing in quick, maddening circles while my fingers plunge in and out of her slick channel. Her moans are desperate, pleading, and I can feel her orgasm building, ready toexplode.

“Christopher, I’m... I’m gonna...” she pants, her voice barely a whisper.

“Cum for me, Josie,” I command, my voice rough. “Cum all over my hand.”

With a strangled cry, she does. Her body convulses around my fingers, her pussy pulsing and squeezing as she rides out her climax. Her juices flood my hand, dripping down her thighs and pooling on the floor below.

She collapses against the wall, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I pull my fingers free, watching as they glisten with her essence. She looks up at me, her eyes glassy and unfocused, still caught in the haze of her orgasm.

“Good girl,” I praise , returning my fingers and thrumming against her walls in slow, deliberate strokes. “Now, let’s see if we can make that happen again.”

Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head, her blonde hair flicking across her face. “Again? No, not again. What about you?” she begs, her voice trembling.

I smile a dark, predatory grin and press the tent of my hard cock against her stomach. “Before I fuck you, princess, you’re going to need to cum again.”

Her eyes widen in fear, I’m guessing, but when she licks her lips, I know she’s excited. I press my skates into her clothes and pull her up, effectively ripping her strawberry panties and cream tights.

She squeals. “Chris, my clothes!”

“I’ll buy you new ones. Hold onto me.”

Without giving her a chance to argue, I wrap one arm around her waist and lift her up, pinning her to the wall. Her legsinstinctively wrap around my hips, her core pressing against my rock hard cock and her hands thread in my hair. I reach down and slide my two fingers to her entrance, her wetness making it easy to slide in.

She gasps as I push inside, adding a third finger, her walls gripping me tightly. I pause, letting her adjust to the size, savoring the sensation of being buried deep inside her. When I feel her relax, I take my time finding every hotspot, memorizing the way her body rolls with every curl of my fingers.

Josie moans, her head falling back against the wall. “Fuck, Christopher, yes,” she breathes, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I pick up the pace, driving into her with relentless force. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, her nipples brushing against my chest. Her legs tighten around me, her heels digging into my back, urging me to go faster, deeper.

“You like that, don’t you?” I growl, my voice rough with desire. “You like imagining my cock pressing into you, just begging to fuck your tight little cunt.”

“Yes,” she gasps, her voice choking with pleasure. “God, yes.”

Her words make my cock twitch and I almost toss her onto the benches and fuck her right there, but I have to remember my princess has never had a cock as big as mine and I need her to be ready for this. I push away the feeling of my cock straining against the zipper of my pants to get inside her, and instead thrust my fingers into her even harder, my hand gripping her ass as I pull her down against me, making her body rock against mine, our movements perfectly synchronized. The sound of the slick wetness of her pussy fills the air, mingling with her sweet moans andbreathless gasps.

I can feel her second orgasm building, her walls tightening around me in anticipation. I speed up the small circles my thumb is making around her clit, rubbing it with firm pressure. Her breath hitches, and she cries out, her body tensing as she approaches the edge.

“Come on, Josie,” I urge, quickening my pace. “Let go for me.”

With a shriek of ecstasy, she does. Her entire body shudders, her pussy clenching and spasming around my fingers as she rides out her climax. Her juices flood my palm, her wetness coating us both as she squirts, her release soaking through my jeans and onto the ice below.

“Oh my god.” She squeaks, her eyes blown wide and her pupils blown with shock.

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