Page 13 of Step Puck

“Do you read minds as well as being a first-class goalie?” I tilt my head up to see his face, gaze at the emotions crossing it. Fear. Maybe of commitment. That only lasts a second. I mean flashes across. Passion, that look stays longer. The hunger is tight and filling his blue eyes to a storm-filled sky.

He shakes his head, smiling. “You’re body suddenly stiffened. I don’t want you to think this is just sex. I’m over the marks on the bedpost-kind-of-thing from my youth.” His hand smooths down my arm to cup my breast, fingernail flicks over the edge of my nipple. I bite my bottom lip, my breath catching, and I want to stretch like a cat at the surging cravings through my body, centering at my sex.

His fingers trails from my nipple, down the side of my breast, down my side to my hip, he flips us so I’m on my back underneath him. His huge body pins me to the mattress, his hand continues its downward trail, his head lowers to take my nipple in his mouth. The sucks he makes, his teeth scratching over it makes me rub my thighs together, a throbbing in my core.

I raise one leg to wrap around his waist, my heel digging into his ass. His amazing tight ass. I run my hands up his thick, well-built chest and around his thick neck, meeting to mesh around the back of his neck.

More. I need more of him and of course his dick. I moan, shivering, the pads of his fingers rough and firm against my waist. Billy’s mouth hard against mine, his mouth searing tight to mine, we devour each other, his tongue dances against mine, I gasp into his mouth, my skin hypersensitive, every touch of his fingers sear a burning path against my skin.

I’m lost in the kiss. I’ve been kissed before but never like this. With such passion and appetite as if he wants to eat me up. A longing for more makes me buck my hips against his. Every rough touch and squeeze makes me ache for more. More kissing, every brush and stroke of his fingers makes me ache more.

His fingers slide down my waist to tickle them lightly against my sides, making me squirm. Fingers digging into the softness of my stomach, traveling back to the back of my head, his fingers tangle my hair into a ponytail and pulls my head back away from his mouth. I gasp and shiver as his mouth drags down to my throat, teeth and lips nibble at the skin, the shivers uncontrollable making me moan and whimper.

My pulse races faster and faster along with my gasps and moans and shivers through my throbbing body. One of his hands slip down my body to slide though the lips of my pussy, his fingers stroking through my wet slit. He slips two fingers inside, his thumb works my clit until I’m a sobbing mess. He adds a third searching for my g spot, my blood thunders through my veins, all I can hear is his groans and whispers of come. Come now.

I throw my head further back and holding my breath I gasp out a long whine. His fingers drag through my wet pussy, playing along the tiny landing strip I’ve shaved. I widen my legs, his big body fitting between them, his hips rub his cock along my sex, making me hump him like a bitch.

“Ready?” His voice growls like gravel on concrete, like pure sin and I’m ready to pray at his altar. This man is as intoxicating and rough as a twenty-year-old bottle of whiskey or scotch or something.

“Yes. Yes. Fuck me already.”

“What we did a while ago wasn’t enough? You greedy girl. Tell me. Are you ready for my cock.” His teeth teasingly nips and sucks the skin at my neck into his mouth, I’m sure leaving a mark. How sexy is it that he’s marking me. Just glad he’s not lifting his leg on me. I gasp out a giggle and he gazes at me with a quizzical look.

“I must be doing something wrong if you can laugh.”

I eye his god-like body, he takes his cock in hand rubbing the wide head back and forth along the folds of my pussy. I can barely have the thought process enough to gasp, “no. No. You were giving me a hickey like you were marking me.” He slides the crown slightly inside and I try to impale myself on him, but he moves back. I moan my protest, “I just got the idea of you lifting your leg on me.”

Billy chuckles, “na ah. You’re just too greedy aren’t you.”

“Billy please. I need you now.”

“What do you need now? Tell me.” He leans down, his tongue reaches out to lick at my nipple. I writhe underneath him, reaching for him. To force him inside me.

“Please.” I almost sob. I know we did it less than an hour ago and I want him again. And again. And again. I can’t get enough of sex now that I’ve had good sex. Good sex? Great sex. A sex addict.

I release a sobbing giggle, turns into a sobbing gasp when his fingers glide through my slick wetness, playing with the lips of my pussy and clit, a devilish smirk on his mouth. “Fucker.”

“What did you call me?” He now looks all serious, frown and downturned lips. Shit.

I open my mouth, no words escape.

“I’m going to punish you.” A smug smirk returns, leaning down, resting on his forearms between my legs. His fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs, his head dips to my opening, tongue snakes out to lick my slit. Choked whimpers tumble from my lips, I writhe underneath him trying to thrust my legs together. My eyes roll back at the sensations rushing through me.

His tongue enters me, tendrils of sizzling fire race through me like an out-of-control wildfire. One hand on my hip, the other makes sure my trembling legs stay apart. For him to feast because that’s how he’s acting. As if he’s having his appetizer, main meal and dessert all in one.

“God, Billy enough. I…I can’t…”

He keeps licking and moaning and I keep moaning and thrashing. The orgasm hits me hard; lights flash on the outside of my vision as if old-fashioned light bulb cameras going off around me. This is punishment? Keep coming with the punishing if it is.

Billy surges over me, thrusting his cock inside me with such force my body slides up the bed. I grab hold of the bed posts letting him take me on the second ride of my life.

With every thrust he says one word.

“You.”

“Are.”

“Mine.”

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