Page 187 of Waiting Game

Which is an entirely bizarre thought to have because I’d never once wanted to see any of my other patrons.

Of course, those patrons likely weren’t hockey stars with the bodies to match…

Sue me for being superficial.

“I wish that dick of yours was sliding into me,” I mewl, letting my fingers find my slit. “Can you see how wet I am for you?”

“I wish that pussy were here,” he grumbles. “And your tits… I want to drown in them.”

“They’re not that big,” I croak out with a laugh.

“They’re perfect. The perfect size for grabbing, for holding onto, and using as a pillow.”

My lips twitch even as I roll my fingertips over my clit. “You want me to get one of the dildos?”

“Ah, fuck. I really do, but also, I really don’t. This is the first time we’ve done this…” He clears his throat. “I’d like it to be me and you.”

And he’s back to being charming and sweet.

With a deep sigh, I twist on the bed and sit on the side. Curling my toes around the edge of the mattress, I use that to spread my thighs as wide as I can.

He licks his lips as I rasp, “I’d shove your face into my cunt faster than you could say my name.”

“I’d eat you out until you were begging me to stop.”

“I’ll never say stop.”

“Liar.”

“Shame you’re not here to prove that.”

His eyes narrow in a silent warning, but I distract him by rolling my head back and crying out as tingles of pleasure radiate from my core.

It’s not ‘Cole eating me out like I’m water and he’s a man dying of thirst’ pleasure, but it’s better than nothing.

I thrust a finger in and pout at him. “It’s not thick enough.”

“I’ll be there soon,” he promises, his voice a low, dark rumble. “And I’m going to split you apart with my dick.”

My body responds viscerally—my hips rock backward. I hump the freakin’ air, wanting to get off.

As I move, he starts to grind out, “That’s it, baby. I’ll be home soon. I’ll make you feel good. You just gotta lie there and take my dick. Can you do that for me?”

I let loose a sob, not in release, in wonder at what his words tell me.

Home.

Then, he continues, “I’m gonna stuff you full of my cock and when I come, I’m going to hold you down, keep my seed locked in you, and when I’m hard again, I’m going to fuck you. You’ll be so drenched in me that you won’t know where I begin and you end?—”

“Cole!” I cry out as I hit my peak.

It’s nothing like when he’s in charge of my body, but it’s enough to have me pulling taut against the bed, hovering in place as I hold the position to maximize those sensations rushing through me.

When I sag against the comforter, I watch as cum rushes from his dick, pelting his stomach with the mess he makes.

My jaw works as I watch him, slowly circling my clit to keep those sparks floating through my veins until, gradually, he lets his dick flop against his abs.

One arm slides under his head, propping it up, and the other lazily strokes his shaft much as I’m teasing myself.

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