Page 11 of The Girl in the Hockey Jersey

“You’re so hard,” she breathes, and it should be a dirty line, but it feels like the highest of praise.

“That’s what you do to me,” I growl, my gaze locked on her face. “Fuck, I need inside you.”

“In a rush?”

To get through round one? Definitely. “Just a few more licks, beautiful girl.”

Her cheeks turn pink at the compliment. I mean it. She is beautiful. “But what if my mouth is perfect—”

“It already is. But I want inside you. So have a little taste of me, and then climb up here and fuck me.”

Her tongue swirls around my head, wetting where her fingers circle me. Easing the slide of her hand up and down my rigid erection. Then she swipes up the bead of eager pre-come I’ve made for her, blinks at me again, and laughs.

“Yummy,” she breathes.

I reach and grab my wallet from the edge of the bed. The sight of her pink lips stretched around my cock is a thing of beauty—fuck, again—and I want to pump my hips hard, driving my dick down her throat, but if I do that, I’ll come right away, and my first orgasm can’t happen until I feel her second one milking me for all I’ve got.

She pops off with a slurp as I crinkle the condom wrapper.

“Can I see that?”

She grabs it and quickly checks the expiry date.

I chuckle. “Worry I might try to knock up a stranger?”

“I’m a nurse,” she says breathlessly. I file away that important bit of information. “Health is a top priority. And I definitely don’t want your baby.”

My cock twitches as she hands it back. That she claims not to want to be my baby mama gives my dick many inappropriate fantasies.That’sthe tequila, too. And my brain is still in charge of what we say out loud. “I promise I’m not trying to trap you in some weird anonymous breeding cult.”

That makes her laugh again. Has anything ever sounded better than her low, sweet chuckle? She scrambles up my body. I fist my erection, then roll the condom down my shaft.

“It’s been a while,” she breathes as she straddles my hips. “Go slow.”

“We’ve got all night.” I groan at the warm, snug contact as my tip finds her entrance. “Damn, you feel good.”

She braces her hands on my shoulders and rolls her hips, working to take more of me. She’s slick as can be. It’s hard not to give in and buck my hips up, burying myself in her sweetness. But Jersey Girl wants it slow, so I grip her hips and give it to her at a glacial pace.

The torture has an upside—I get to savour the view of her taking my cock for the first time. Her dusky pussy lips stretching around me, the tremble of her thighs, the ever-so-satisfying jiggle of her taut belly and firm breasts. And best of all, the open-mouth, eyes half-closed look on her face as she reacts moment by moment.

A look that says,you’re so bigandyou feel good, too. She hasn’t said either of those things out loud, but I’m extrapolating.

Jersey Girl is enjoying her first ride.

Once she sinks all the way down, that slick wetness between her legs kissing my balls, I relax my grip on her hips and slide my hands up, cupping her gorgeous tits. “Look at these fucking things. These sweet little tits bounced all night for me, didn’t they? Did my jersey feel good against your naked little nipples?”

Her husky laugh makes me want to pin her down and never let her go. “Oh, Kieran.”

My cock throbs inside her. “You know what my name on your lips does to me.”

“You’re a wicked, wicked man.” She arches her back, her nipples tightening against the palms of my hands. I pluck at them, and when she shivers in delight, I pinch them and tug her down with the tension, until she falls forward and catches herself, making her breasts swing in front of my face.

Perfect.

I capture one tip in my hungry mouth and suckle hard. This time, my name is a loud, desperate cry. She’s joined me in the too-horny-to-give-a-fuck-about-noise space, and I fucking love it.

“Oh, beautiful girl. You look so good above me. Your tight little pussy is taking my whole cock, isn’t it? Look at how wet you make me. Look at us…”

She whines as she ducks her head. I kiss her temple as I wedge my erection back into her. “Love those little sounds, too. You can’t be quiet, can you?”

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