Page 38 of The Hard Hitter

I straddle her and move up her body, until my cock is inches from her mouth. I stay like that and continue to rub myself. She opens her mouth, sticks her tongue out and waits for my cum to drip. I spill onto her lips and she licks them clean. The sight of her pink tongue hungrily eating my cum nearly makes me lose my entire load. I shift my body and put my cock into her mouth, until I hit the back of her throat. Her hands grip the ties, and she tugs as she tries to lift herself up, take me deeper.

“Such a greedy girl,” I say, and pull out. I run my cock over her lips, and she tries to get me back inside. I push my thumb into her mouth. “You want all my cum in here?”

“Yes!” she cries out as she sucks me.

“What about here,” I ask, and reach down to stroke her hot pussy.

“Oh, God, Zander. Please fuck me!”

I go back between her legs and fall over her, pressing hot, open-mouth kisses down her body until I reach her sex. “Such a pretty, pretty cunt,” I say, and nudge her clit with my nose, breathing in the sweet vanilla scent of her.

Her hips lift as her body begs for me. Her hands move, like she’s trying to reach her clit,

take the pressure off. “What’s the matter, Sam?” I ask.

“Zander,” she growls. “Please…”

“This sweet little cunt can’t get enough of my cock?” I ask, and nibble on her clit as I insert a finger.

“So good,” she says, and I eat at her. Her muscles tighten, squeeze around me. Her small tremors letting me know she’s close.

I change position, going to my knees, and lift her hips in the air. Her body opens for me, and I press my cock to her opening. In one fast thrust, I seat myself high inside her, and she screams my name.

“You like that?” I ask. I pull out, ram back into her, and she tugs on the ties, her eyes rolling back in her head. I grip her ass for leverage, my fingers biting into her skin hard enough to bruise. I love the idea of having my mark on her tomorrow…next week. “I want your hot cum all over my cock.”

“Yesss…” she hisses, and I pound harder, blunt, maddening strokes that steal the oxygen from my lungs. I gasp, and she continues to cry out my name, her tight walls spasming and convulsing around me as she gives in to the pleasure.

Her sweet release singes my cock, and while I want to hang on, I’m past the point of no return. I drive into her, stay high inside and fill her with my seed. I come and come and spasm some more, until I’m depleted, drained, so goddamn satisfied I have no idea how I’ll end this in a month—not when it’s this fucking good.

“Zander,” she murmurs quietly, and I release her arms and legs, collapse on top of her.

“You okay?” I ask, and brush her wet hair from her face. She smiles up at me, and my heart nearly stops.

“That was incredible,” she says, and I press my lips to hers for a slow, soft kiss. She moans into my mouth, and I roll to my back to get my body weight off her. I pull her with me, and she rests her head on my chest.

We lay like that in silence and she twirls her finger around my nipple. “That tickles,” I say.

She flattens her hand over me, and I place mine on top of hers.

“I wish I would have paid more attention to hockey,” she says.

I lift my head and she glances up a me. “Yeah, why?”

“I’d like to see you play.”

“A couple of the guys are back in town. We’re probably going to hit the rink for a game of pickup. Why don’t you come watch?”

“I’d love to.”

She gives a lazy stretch beside me, and I’m about to pull the blankets up—

When my doorbell rings.

“What the hell?” I glance at the clock. Who would be at my door this time of night? “I’ll be right back,” I say to Sam. I go to my closet and tug on a pair of jeans. I turn to catch her stretching out again. “Don’t go anywhere,” I say.

“Hurry back.”

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