Page 167 of Hockey Halloween
“Mason… just fucking eat me already.”
His grin is savage, the glint in his eye teasing, and yet, he still doesn’t plunge into my pussy. He rubs his nose in my pubic hair.
A frustrated huff comes out of me as my head slaps back against the pillow. “Mason, I swear to all that’s holy you better—Aaaaaahhhhhh!”
The tip of his tongue finds my clit with ease. He explores my pussy like he did the rest of me, slowly, intentionally, with purpose. Once he’s satisfied that he’s mapped out my most sensitive parts, he flutters the end of his tongue against my clit gently like butterfly wings. Fucking hell.
When he slides his fingers inside me, I’m seconds from detonating on his face. But I don’t get to warn him when the white, fire-hot orgasm captures my body. My toes curl, my legs stiffen, my back arches, and my hands grip his head, fingers biting into his scalp because if he stops before I’m ready for him to, I’ll beat him to fucking death with his own hockey stick.
I come on a wild, uninhibited scream of his name that echoes around his room. And the more I come, the more he wants it. He laps at me, like a man possessed with my taste, with my pleasure, and he pumps his fingers against my g-spot with a measured, rhythmic pace.
“Again.” His demand is mumbled against my pussy, but my body responds with another wave of ecstasy. I’m floating, my body is tingly, and light, and when a second orgasm holds me hostage, I’m its willing captive.
Mason
I thought my new favorite sound in all the world was the twinkling laughter of Lilith when I walked in and found her chatting to Athena. I was wrong.
My new favorite sound, that won’t ever be topped, is the sound of this beautiful, curvy woman with legs and tits that could stop traffic, lying on my bed, naked and screaming my name through her release.
My cock is painfully hard. Apollo said the other night it could cut glass, but tonight, it could cut diamonds. I’m leaking onto my bedsheets like a teenage boy with no self-control. It’s pulsing, it’s painful, and if I don’t take some deep, slow breaths, there’s every chance I’ll blow my load all over this fucking bed.
“Need… you… inside me… Mason.” A red and blotchy Lilith grips my hair in her fist and pulls me up her body with a sharp jerk. “Now. Please. Just… fuck me…”
How she’s even still functioning after those two seemingly massive orgasms is anyone’s guess. When I come, I get sleepy, so I’m glad I’ve gotten her off before I get mine. I’ll never tell her no when she needs me. Call it kismet, insta-lust, an all-consuming crush, call it whatever you want, but there’s a part of me that already knowsthat this woman is important, and I’ll do damn near whatever I have to, to make sure things work out between us.
And my dick is downright gleeful that she’s consenting to being fucked senseless.
“I’m on the pill.”
My cock somehow gets harder.
She huffs out a puff of air, and glares down at me. “Move faster. Get inside me. Now.”
Fucking hell, this woman will be the death of me. I love that she’s bossy, taking control of what she needs and making sure she gets it. I pause, cock poised and ready to sink deep into her soaking wet cunt. “Are you sure?”
She narrows her eyes. “Did I fucking stutter?”
I shake my head.
“Did I speak in a different language?”
Another head shake.
She throws her head back. “Hurry up and fuck me, Mason!”
I grin. There’s nothing sexier than enthusiastic consent and being told to fuck my girl is exactly that. I grit my teeth as I slide inside her. “Might not last long the first time, Ghost. You’ve got me all worked up.” I edge inside her, flexing my jaw as her pussy grips my cock in a tight, hot grip I can feel everywhere.
Leaning on my elbows, caging her to the bed, I work myself until I’m balls deep. We both sigh heavy breaths in relief.
“It’s about fucking time.” She headbutts my shoulder before pinching my ass cheek, making me jump, and making her moan.
I piston my hips, moving slowly at first, but building into a rhythm that’s going to have my balls tightening and my toes curling any second.
“Mason… Mason…” Her breathless chants of my name spur me on as my hands and lips roam over her creamy curves. Her tits are exceptional, the swell of her hips, the valleys of her collarbones… I’ll never tire of exploring her body.
She slides her hand between our bodies and works her clit. It’s a matter of seconds before she tightens around me, her inner wallsfluttering and flickering as she squeezes my cock with every roll of our hips.
I fucking love that she doesn’t hold back from what she wants. Instead of replacing her hand, I cover hers with mine. I’m going to learn how she likes to be touched, and I’m going to touch her every day.
