Page 143 of Hitting the Goal Line
Who knew going to the ice rink without my dad, would turn into a whole life with the little boy that tried to tie my skates?
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
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I don’t knowhow I fucking did it.
I have no clue whatsoever, how I was able to go a whole three hours of looking at Sophia in that fucking dress that she has on, and not go crazy.
But somehow, I was able to power through, get us through dinneranddessert, because of course this girl ordered dessert just to torture me, without dying of blue balls. Thank fuck that we are currently heading back home because I have no idea how much more I can take.
The girl is like a damn vixen. Every move, every flutter of her eyelashes, every small movement of her legs, everything that she did, even eating, I was attuned to it. It was like she knew that I was and just tortured me as much as she could. Like it bought her joy seeing me squirm. I lost count how many times I had to adjust my dick while we were eating, it was that bad.
And Sophia acted as if she had not a single clue.
But she did. I know she did, because if she didn’t she wouldn’t have taken off her heel and started sliding her foot upmy damn leg during dinner. Like I said the girl is a damn vixen and she is lethal when she wants to be.
And now it’s time to pay her back for it.
The whole car ride back to our apartment, I acted like a good boy and kept my hand on her thigh, not even trying to move it up just a smidge to find out the type of panties she was wearing. I kept myself in check. No matter how much she tried to throw me off course.
I had a game plan, and that game plan wasn’t going to get thrown out the window, even if she leaned over the center console and teased me with her tongue.
I was able to make it to our apartment, though, so now it’s time for my game plan to come out in full swing.
As soon as we walk into our space, Sophia swaying her hips in front of me, I close and lock the door behind us, and I pounce.
Sophia is turned away from me, so she doesn’t see me coming behind her, twisting her body and throwing her over my shoulder.
A yelp leaves her lips when I have her situated. “What are you doing?” she asks, sounding out of breath.
“Paying you back for torturing me,” I state, walking us over to the master bedroom.
As soon as I deposit her on the bed, she lets out a huff and looks up at me with bright eyes.
God, she’s so fucking gorgeous. And she’s all mine.
Thank fucking hell.
“And how exactly are going to be doing that?” she asks, leaning up on her elbows and throwing me a smirk. I don’t miss how her legs open up just the slightest bit.
I lick my lips at her as I answer.
“I was going to have you fall to your knees for me and taking me in that pretty mouth of yours, but I have a better idea.”
The vision before me is too much to take and as much as my dick wants me to take him out so that I can fuck my girl right now, I want to take my time with her. So instead of Sophia falling to her knees, it’s me, ready to have my second dessert of the night.
Placing my hands on the tops of her thighs, I drag her body closer to me, her little black dress riding up and exposing her barely covered pussy to me.
Not having the patience to wait a second longer, I tear apart the mesh style panties and start devouring her.
One lick, or one taste is never enough when it comes to Sophia. I always want fucking more.
I wanted more after our first time, and I wanted more after our second. I’ve always wanted more and now I can get more whenever I want.
My fingers start to tease Sophia, and as one of my fingers slides into her pussy, Sophia arches her body and slide her hands into my hair.
I fucking love when she does that.
