Page 95 of Shot Taker

She starts to move her feet, and I shake my head. Her fingers slide down her body, and she holds herself apart.

I take a long inhale. She smells like heaven. Warm and ripe and mine, her pussy glistens in the low light from the bedside lamp. I run the ice cube down her pink, waiting slit.

“Ohhhhhh,” she whispers, her head falling back and eyes closing.

She’s so open with me, so willing. It’s the best damn gift, and she doesn’t even know it.

“It’s your turn next,” she whispers.

“If you ice my cock, sweetheart, you’re going to be finishing this yourself.”

She laughs softly. “Vengeance might be more satisfying.”

I grin. “I doubt it.”

She’s dripping, from the ice cube and her own arousal, her hips arching with every stroke.

I’ll give her more, but it won’t be what she wants.

I press the ice inside her pussy. Nova gasps when it’s high enough her clenching walls hold it there. Her hand skims up her ribcage and absently plays with her breast.

Fuck. I want to tease her all night, but it’s too much for a man to handle.

I was planning to wait for the ice to melt, but I’m losing patience. I retrieve it with my fingers and toss it at the trash.

Three points.I say it in my head.

“Two points,” she says as if she heard me.

“No way.”

“You lose a point for being an asshole.”

But on her face, there’s only teasing and genuine affection.

I’m going to fuck this girl so hard.

“What?” she asks, smiling.

“Just thinking of all the ways I’m going make you beg.”

My lips brush hers, and we catch fire. She tries to help get my clothes off, but I do most of the work because of my height.

“That what you dream about?” she teases.

My pants get caught around my ankle. I’m seconds away from ripping them off, except that’d probably make my knee worse.

“Nah. In my dreams, we’re…” I trail off, and she waits.

I glance at my wallet, then take a breath and rock back. “In my dreams, I’m inside you with nothing between us.”

We’ve talked before about how I’m clean and neither of us has slept with anyone else since we started this. I haven’t told her I can’t imagine fucking anyone else again.

She inhales, and it’s the longest moment before she answers. “I dream about that too.”

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NOVA

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