Page 139 of Slap Shot

The worst I’ve ever had, because I’m obsessed. Fucking feral, and everything about her—from the tufts of hair between her legs to the faint scars low on her stomach—is fucking divine.

I can’t get enough.

“Can I—Madeline. I want to touch you,” I rasp. My tongue is heavy in my mouth. My dick hurts so fucking bad. “Please.”

Delicate fingers wrap around my wrist. They move my hand off the bed and to the inside of her thigh. I’m inches away from where I didn’t get to touch her the other night in my kitchen, and I’m going out of my mind.

“Right here,” she says.

I drag a finger through her entrance and she drops her head back. I scramble so I’m closer to her, so I don’t miss a goddamn thing, and when I gently push my finger inside her, her moan rocks my world.

I watch her, studying her so I can figure out what she likes.

She enjoys when I curl my pointer finger, but sheloveswhen I lean forward. When I bring my mouth just above her pussy, and instead of putting my tongue on her, I spit so I can circle her with my thumb.

“Going to get you off first,” I tell her, smiling when her legs drop open even wider. “Then I’ll fuck you.”

Her giggle is wild, fading into a moan when I add a second finger and slow the circles on her clit so she can adjust to the stretch.

“I knew—” She wiggles her hips, asking me to move, and I do. “You’d be like this in bed.”

“Like what?”

“Nice. Sweet.Good.”

“Is that what you like?”

Her eyes flutter open, and she stares at me. She clasps a hand over my wrist to stop my movements. “I’d like anything with you.”

She whines when I pull away from her clit. I use my left hand to unbutton my pants and yank my zipper down, watching with wonder when she fucks herself on my fingers. My pants get caught on my knees, and I try to shimmy them off.

“I want to be good for you, Maddie,” I practically beg.

“Can you come up here so you can kiss me?” she asks, and I’m moving before she finishes the question.

I stand and shove off my pants and briefs completely. Madeline sighs when I’m naked in front of her. She licks her lips then meets my gaze with the hook of a smile on her mouth.

Before I can ask her what else she wants, her hands are roaming up my chest. They’re reaching around to my back and touching my ass. She’s swiping over the head of my cock and sucking on the finger covered in pre-cum.

I hold myself over her, slipping two fingers back inside her and groaning when I find how wet she is. I bend to kiss her, pulling her bottom lip with my teeth. She squirms under me, running her sharp nails down my spine as her breathing turns rough.

“You’re so wet,” I whisper, mesmerized by how she’s soaking my hand. “I can’t believe I get to have you like this.”

Her palms move to my cheeks, and she kisses me urgently. Her back lifts off the bed when I keep my fingers in place but add my thumb on her clit.

I start with a slow circle, taking my time, and I hum when she clenches around me.

“Hudson.” She cups the back of my neck and digs her fingers into my muscles. I can’t help but groan. “I want to finish on your tongue.”

“Yeah?” I pull my fingers out of her and stroke up her thigh. Her arousal sticks to her skin, and I grin at the mess I’m making. “Would that make this nice for you?”

“Shut up with that word.” She laughs, reaching between us. She grips my cock and gives it a few strokes, and it takes every last ounce of my willpower not to come right this very second. “Don’t make me beg.”

“That’s my job.” I kiss her neck and work my way down her body. I suck on her nipple before biting it again. I move to her stomach and give attention to the softer parts of her flesh, like the divots in her thigh and the dip in her hip. I look at every inch of her, and when I settle on my stomach between her legs, I kiss the inside of her knee. “God. You’re so pretty. So beautiful.”

Madeline laughs. “I’m surprised. I didn’t know if you’d be a guy who liked to?—”

“Eat pussy?” I finish for her, giving her a wide grin when I see her flushed face. “Why? Because I say please and thank you?”

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