Page 41 of One Shot

I throw the boot across the room.

“Next boot,” she commands.

I take this boot off differently. As I roll it down her thigh, I kiss and bite her soft skin until I’m at the bottom of the jersey. I throw the boot across the room.

“My turn to be demanding. Spread your legs for me, pretty girl. Show me how wet you are for me before I devour your sweet pussy,” I growl.

She does as she’s told. My cock pulses as she spreads her legs and lips open for me, giving me a view of her glorious pink pussy.

“Just like that. Good girl. Now stay still.”

Gripping her thighs, I finally taste her with a quick swipe down her center. With that one taste, I know I will never stop craving her. She tastes like the nectar of the Gods. I focus on her clit, swirling the bud delicately as she moans. My tongue goes as deep as it can inside her, slowly in and out, before vigorously devouring her. Her alluring moans fill the room as she runs her hands through my hair.

Climbing back up to her, I playfully nibble at her neck, sending chills down her body before I whisper in her ear.

“Mmm, Laur, I love tasting how wet and ready you are for me.”

Then, I slip two fingers into her, making an erotic sound with how wet she is for me. The tightness of her against my fingers causes my cock to twitch in anticipation. Slowly I pull my fingers in and out of her, moving faster and faster. Her warm pussy remains tight as can be, making me moan with desire to feel it around my cock. I trail hurried kisses down her neck to her perky nipples. I want to enjoy every inch of her. Taking the left one in my mouth, I bite and suck hard.

“Mmm, Lucas,” she whimpers.

I make a circular motion with my tongue around her nipple. Shifting my attention to her other side, I suck close to her nipple and leave my mark. She writhes and moans at my touch. I slip my hand back down, feeling the wetness dripping down her legs.

Her hands frantically find the waistband of my sleep pants. Slipping inside, her hand is around my cock without hesitation, while I continue to leave my mark along her tits. She’s running her hand along the length of my shaft, distracting me. She strokes my cock the exact way I like, causing my hips to buck involuntarily.

“I want you,” she whimpers softly.

I quickly remove my pants, her hand lingering on the tip of my cock.

“I want you,” she says again with a look of lust in her eyes, begging me to fill her pussy. And to do itnow.

She shifts up the bed as I hover on top of her. Her hand still grips my cock, guiding me to her drenched pussy and pulling me between her thighs.

“Please,” she pleads, “now.”

I push my cock into her, easing in. She’s blissfully tight around my cock, just like I knew she would be from feeling her against my fingers. I have wanted to bury my cock in her perfect pussy for months. I drive into her again, harder. She moans and hungrily pulls my lips to hers, craving me.

“Yes,” she moans against my lips. “Yes.”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I stir in my sheets. My bed’s empty. My sleep pants are on. My cock is hard as a rock.

It was just a dream—the best dream I’ve ever had. Before getting out of bed, my hand is around my length stroking it the exact way she did in my dream, and I imagine her moaning yes to me over and over again. I come in less than a minute. I have never wanted anything or anyone more than I want Lauren Bellinger.

I grab my phone and open the text message from the random phone number last night. It’s from Lauren, she texted herself from my phone but must have deleted the text to herself so I never saw it last night. I know I checked to see if she texted herself my number. I might not date a lot, but I know that’s a thing. Girls are always doing that.

The text is a picture of me, up close laying on the ice. It must have been the last picture she snapped when we were both laying on the ice.

I send back a “:).” She quickly responds.

Laur: I shouldn’t tell you this. But when you asked me what I was smiling and laughing about when I was on the bench before we left the rink yesterday. It was this picture.

Me: Really? :)

Laur: Yes. Don’t gloat about it, Captain.

I have the biggest smile on my face, and my heart feels so full. She is a firecracker. This girl is everything. I hop in the shower, singing to myself. I never sing. I can’t carry a tune for shit. I’m tempted to jack off again, thinking about her naked body on my bed, her naked body against mine, my cock in her delicious pussy. How she seems like she craves it too.

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