Page 206 of Waiting Game

“For some unknown reason, I find you at the center of my attention a lot.”

“Screwed over by my own sexiness. Damn.”

Barking out a laugh, I stroke his dick with my tits again, watching him tense, then murmur, “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t punish Cole Jr.”

“You won’t?”

I lower my head to nip his piercing between my teeth and tug. He yelps but I let go almost immediately and plop his cock against his abs.

Settling on my knees, I plunk myself higher on his belly so that when I rock against him, he gets some good friction.

That piercing glinting at me is a distraction—I swear he did it so you forget how wide he is.

Braver women than me have probably run screaming for the hills at the prospect of taking all that girth.

“What do you want to jack off to, hmm?”

Gaze locked on my pussy, he rumbles, “I want to watch you sit on my face.”

His admission relaxes him some, but his body is still locked up tighter than a prisoner in a supermax jail cell. Which, considering how he started this, is really something.

“That we can definitely do,” I purr.

He wriggles his shoulders then starts to slide down the bed so his head is flat on the mattress. When he grabs a hold of my ass, he lifts me, bodily, so that I’m straddling his face.

How he handles me tells me he’d maneuver me perfectly on the ice, and after a career of subpar partners, that’s more of a turn-on than I realized.

“I want you to face the camera so that I can see your expression on the video,” he instructs, helping me shift on my knees until I’m looking straight at his phone.

In all honesty, this is my comfort zone.

I’ve done it so many times that it’s actually nice knowing I won’t have to take care of my own pleasure for once.

“Fuck, you smell good.”

A choked laugh escapes me that is immediately bitten off when his hot breath brushes over my sex. Then, his tongue flutters out and my head rocks backward slightly before I remember that this is about him watchingme.

I like the idea of being the star of his personal porn stash.

Shuddering, I lean forward to press my hands to his chest as I grind into his mouth.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need.”

My brow furrows at his muffled words, words that are only muffled because my pussy is taking up the entire real estate of his gorgeous face.

When he starts to suck on my clit, I have no compunction against humping him because that feels phenomenal.

As I roll my hips, I see his dick twitching on his abs and lean over to jack him off.

“Oh, fuck,” he mumbles into my slit.

Like his words were a forewarning, pre-cum spills from the tip, easing the passage of my hand along his length.

It will never cease to amaze me how damn thick he is. My fingers barely meet as they curve around him, but my handjob has the added benefit of making his tongue hit turbo speed—clearly, he’s concerned about coming too fast.

I smirk at the thought and decide to tease him some more as I draw the mushroom-shaped head between my lips, flicking the piercing from side to side to torment him further.

A deep, dark groan rumbles from him and the vibration is too much for me—he wins.

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