Page 95 of The Pucking Wrong Rookie

“Touch yourself,” I growled. “Make yourself come.” I forced my brain to connect enough that I could play with her nipples the way she liked as I slid back and forth between her breasts. Pre-cum was dribbling all over her chest, and I groaned as I made her skin a sticky mess.

As I watched, she dragged her finger through it, gathering some on her finger before she slid it sensually into her mouth and sucked it all off.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. “Baby, make yourself come. This is…this is too hot,” I hissed.

She grinned, but I could feel her movements below me as she touched herself like the good girl she was.

“Please come,” I begged, watching her closely to make sure she didn’t fake it.

Her tits were made for my dick, I decided.Everythingabout her was perfectly made for my dick. I felt like the luckiest bastard alive that I was getting to touch her, that I was able to do this.

My balls drew up, and I groaned again. I didn’t want this to end. But there was nothing I could do. It was too good. Too fucking good.

Sloane’s gaze was half-lidded and lust-drunk as her breath quickened, and the rosy blush spread across her skin.

“Talk to me,” she begged, and it felt like a victory, that she wanted my voice to help her come. A perverse part of me wanted more than that, though. I wanted her toneedmy voice to come.

Baby steps.

“Come for me, sweet girl. You’re so fucking hot I can’t even stand it.”

My hips thrust a few more times, and then my body tensed, my cock pulsing as spray after spray of my cum streaked across her breasts, her neck, and her chin.

“Ahh,” she moaned, crying out as her body trembled underneath me, and she climaxed.

A small spurt of more cum flew from my still hard dick at the sight of that, and I huffed out a laugh, because obviously my dick could not be stopped.

“Feed me,” she begged, and my eyes widened when I realized what she wanted.

I grabbed her hand, gathering up more of the cum coating her skin before I brought it to her lips, making sure to spread it across her mouth before I pushed her fingers inside.

“You can have as much as you want, baby. Such a good girl, begging for my cum.”

She preened under my praise, and I dropped her hand and fed her more from my fingers until her chest and neck were almost clean. After she swallowed, I reluctantly let her breasts go, moving down her body so I could give her a rough kiss, enjoying our combined tastes on my tongue.

“Wow,” she breathed. “That was quite the celebration.”

I smirked, helping her slide her bra and shirt back on. “Just wait until we win the Stanley Cup.”

“That confident are you?” she grinned. I pressed another kiss on her lips, because I couldn’t stop myself. She was too perfect.

“I just have one of those feelings, Red. Like it’s going to happen. You’re my lucky charm, I’ve decided.”

A wistful look crept into her expression. “I like that,” she whispered. “I’ve never been someone’s good thing before.”

I could tell it was hard for her to admit those words, and I groaned as I pulled her even closer to me. “You’remygood thing, baby. The best thing I’ve ever had.”

She buried her face into my chest. “You’re doing it again, Logan York.”

“What’s that?”

“Talking crazy.”

I snorted. “Kiss me some more,” I ordered, and she obediently lifted her face and gave me what I wanted. Any more words were lost in a haze of kisses and exchanged breaths.

Bang, bang, bang.

I lifted my head, blinking as I came back to the present where I’d pulled Sloane into an empty office down the hall from the visitors’ locker room.

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