Page 66 of The Import Slot
Fuck me, she is delicious.
The way she responds to me drives me wild. My finger glides in and out, her clamping around me. My tongue flicks her clit a few times before I suck it, bringing another gasp from her.
“Tell me what you like, babe.”
“Just—you could do literally anything you want right now,” she breathes.
I use my tongue to circle her clit before giving it another suck. I soon work out what she likes based on the way her breathing changes and how she squirms when I flatten my tongue slightly.
She doesn’t take long at all. Her hands grab at my hair, and she breathes a warning, telling me she’s close. Her orgasm takes over her body, bringing her release. The sounds are delicious.
My finger is still working inside her. “Oh, my god. That’s too much,” she says, shaking.
I pull my finger out slowly and kiss her one last time before moving back up the bed.
“I think I may be dead,” she says. I can’t help but laugh, “That’s never happened before.”
“What hasn’t?”
“An orgasm from that!” she says, giggling. “I’ve never come from that before!” I scoop her up in my arms and pull the covers over us, keeping the chill away. After drinking from the glass on my nightstand, I offer it to her.
“Plenty more where that came from,” I smile as she hands me back the glass.
We’re a tangle of limbs now, her back against my chest and my arms wrapped around her, holding her close. Her ass feels fantastic against my cock.
“I’ll be back. I feel very moist down there.”
She slips out of bed, leaving me feeling cold. When she comes back, I’m relieved that she resumes the position.
“Do you remember your first orgasm?” she asks.
It’s a question I’ve never been asked, but I feel happy to share. I want to know everything about her too.
“I do, actually. Well, Liam found this porno magazine in the dressing room of a rink we played at. One of the older boys probably left it in the dressing room. He brought it home and hid it under his mattress, and at night, we’d get it out and flick through it. We didn’t talk about what was happening with our dicks or anything. Still, I always went to bed with a boner and one night, I just touched it, and it felt good, so I touched it more. When I came, I thought I broke it at first, but I kept quiet until Liam woke me up crying one night. He was in literal tears, so my mom came in and reassured us it’s part of growing up, no one’s dying, all that stuff. The rest is history.”
“Do you remember what mag it was?” she asks, a glint in her eye.
“Of course I do. A Hustler,” I snicker. “Tell me about yours.”
“Accidental grind on the see-saw at the park. I was probably too old for the see-saw, but I was messing around with some kids that lived nearby, and it just happened. Then I spent weeks trying to replicate it and realised that I needed to touch myself, and as you said, the rest is history.” She’s laughing again, and her body shakes gently with each chortle. My cock against her ass still. She definitely feels it because her next question is pointed.
“So, are you a huge fan of anal then?” she asks.
“I enjoy it, yes. You?”
“I’ve never tried it.” She says, swivelling her head around to look at me. “I want to though. I enjoy watching anal porn,” she says, as if she’s telling me what her favourite ice cream is, and just when I thought I couldn’t get any harder.
I groan into her hair. “You’re killing me.”
The thought of being the one to take her ass. Fuck. “Whatever you want, whenever you want it,” I say, kissing her neck. I mean it.
Sometimes in the past, when I’d had a one-track mind, I wouldn’t take anyone back to my hotel room if they weren’t interested in what I wanted.
Now, I find myself in a position where I’d do whatever, whenever with Jen, even if it meant it never happening.
Then I remember my focus is supposed to be on hockey, but right now, it’s all on Jen.
Chapter 19
