Page 48 of Slap Shot Daddies

His hands are already slipping beneath my top, peeling it upward with a deliberate slowness, his fingers brushing my skin like an artist memorizing every contour, every inch of his canvas.

I arch into him, my breath catching in my throat, the intensity of my desire reaching a fever pitch. I have never wanted anything so desperately, so completely, in my entire life.

My fingers fumble with his belt buckle, desperation rendering them clumsy and inept. Reggie chuckles softly against my neck, his warm breath ghosting over my skin as his teeth graze it lightly.

He assists me in undoing his jeans, the metallic clink of the buckle and the rustle of fabric loud in the stillness of the room. The sound of his zipper sliding down seems impossibly loud, slicing through the quiet air like a knife.

My hand slips inside, finding him through the thin material of his boxers. He's hot and hard, a living pulse beating against my touch. Reggie groans, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, a primal response to my touch.

"Christ,lass," he pants, his voice thick with his accent, even more pronounced in his heightened state of arousal. "Ye drive me mad."

His hands slide up my thighs, the warmth of his touch leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he tugs at my scrubs higher. His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties and my scrubs, the fabric yielding easily as he tugs them down my legs.

I lift my hips, assisting him, and kick them off when they reach my ankles, feeling the cool air against my skin.

Reggie's eyes darken, a stormy sea of desire as he drinks in the sight of me, exposed and yearning. His thumb traces along my inner thigh, the touch feather-light and torturously slow as he inches higher.

I squirm, anticipation coiling tightly within me, desperate for his touch where I need it most.

"Patience, love," he murmurs, a wicked glint dancing in his eyes, teasing and promising.

But I'm done with patience. I grab his wrist, guiding his hand to the center of my need. We both groan as his fingers slide through my slick folds, the intimate contact sending a jolt through my body.

"Fuck, ye're so wet for me," Reggie growls, his voice a low rumble as his thumb circles my clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

I whimper, my hips instinctively rocking against his hand. "Please, Reggie," I beg, my voice raw and needy, unashamed of my desire.

He captures my lips in a searing kiss, his mouth hot and insistent against mine as he pushes two fingers inside me.

I gasp into his mouth, clinging to his shoulders as he starts to pump his fingers in and out, curling them just right to hit that spot inside me that makes me see stars, each stroke sending a wave of pleasure crashing over me.

I'm moaning, my head lolling back as waves of intense pleasure cascade over me. Reggie seizes the opportunity, his lips pressing against my exposed neck, his mouth skillfully sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin with fervor.

"That's it, love," he murmurs against my throat, his voice a low rumble. "Let me hear ye."

His thumb continues its rhythmic dance on my clit while his fingers delve deeper, moving faster, each thrust sending me spiraling higher and higher, teetering precariously on the brink of bliss.

"Reggie," I pant breathlessly, my nails digging into his shoulders like anchors. "I'm so close…"

He growls, intensifying his efforts with a primal determination. "Come for me,lass. I want to feel ye fall apart around my fingers."

His words, coupled with the relentless movement of his hand, propel me over the edge. I cry out, my body tensing and arching as waves of pleasure explode within me, like fireworks igniting in the night sky.

Reggie's fingers continue their magic, prolonging my orgasm until I'm trembling and gasping for air, every nerve ending alive and singing.

As I descend from that euphoric high, Reggie withdraws his hand, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth. He laps them clean, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sends another rush of heat coursing through me.

"Ye taste divine," he purrs, his voice roughened by desire.

Before I can formulate a response, he's kissing me again, deep and passionate, his lips claiming mine with a fervent need. I can taste myself on his tongue, a reminder of the pleasure we just shared, and it only ignites my longing for more.

I reach between us, my fingers deftly freeing his cock from the confines of his boxers. He hisses, a sound of sheer pleasure,as I wrap my hand around him, stroking his length with deliberate, teasing movements.

"Need ye," Reggie groans, his hips instinctively bucking into my touch, his voice a raw plea. "Now."

I guide him to my entrance, both of us moaning as he slides inside. The stretch is exquisite, my body welcoming him like he was made to fit there.

Reggie stills for a moment, his forehead pressed against mine as we both adjust to the sensation. His amber eyes are molten with desire, pupils blown wide.

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