Page 69 of Goalie Interference

As if I’d say no. “Please.”

She gripped me with her right hand, then slid her fist gently up and down my erection.

“Harder.” I was leaking precome, and she used that as she tightened her grip and pumped me, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

“Like that?”

“Yeah,” I agreed breathlessly.

“I think I can do better.” She leaned forward and I watched in eager disbelief as she took me into her mouth.

“Fuck.” I moaned as her hot mouth wrapped around my dick, lighting up every nerve, each one of them happy and zipping their excitement back and forth. I had to brace my knees as all the blood raced out of my brain and I felt lightheaded.

She still had her hand at the base, and she pumped in sync with her mouth. My whole dick was soon wet with spit and precome, slick and warm. I wanted this forever, but I wasn’t sure how long it would be before her jaw was sore. I was so close to blowing down her throat.

I held out as long as I could, then I moved my hand to her head, gently encouraging her to pull back. “I don’t know if you want this to end here, but if not…”

She blinked for a moment then shook her head.

I stepped back. “Time for you to get naked.”

She stood up, biting her lip. “No sexy underwear this time.”

I shrugged. “It was coming off anyway.”

That seemed to reassure her, so she pulled her sweater up over her head. It caught, and I grabbed it, helping pull it off.

She reached her hands to open her bra at the back, and I watched while the band loosened then the straps on her arms started to slip off her shoulders. When she dropped her arms, the garment fell to the ground, more enticing than any stripping routine I’d ever seen. I held her tits in my hands.

She pressed forward, filling my hands with her softness. I ran my thumbs over the nipples, already in hard peaks. Her eyes closed and she shuddered.

“More,” I whispered.

She opened her eyes and moved her hands to her waistband, opening her pants and shoving them and her underwear down. Once she stepped out of them, she was naked in front of me. I stepped back.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking my turn to admire?”

Her cheeks flushed and she looked down her body. “Okay?”

I nodded. “Oh yeah. But I want to do more than look. Lie down.” I no longer cared about the condition of the sheets, as long as Sophie was on them.

She crawled into the middle of the bed, rolling onto her back. I joined her, settling over her body, my dick rubbing the front of her pussy.

“Mmmm,” she moaned.

I leaned my head down and kissed her, enjoying the feel of her hands smoothing over my chest, my back, and my ass. My arms held the full weight of my body off her, but I moved my hips, rubbing my dick over her pussy, sometimes catching on her opening. She spread her legs and now I was rubbing against her sex. We both moaned.

I wanted to slide into her, but, “Damn, condom.”

“You have some, right?”

“Give me a moment.” I pushed up and off her and scrambled to the bathroom.

“Why don’t you have them in your nightstand like a normal person?” she called after me. “Is this a Canadian thing?”

I walked back in naked, dick hard, condom wrapper in my hand. “I haven’t…” A horrible thought crossed my mind, and I brought the wrapper up close enough to read the expiry date. My shoulders dropped in relief as I saw it was still good.

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