Page 136 of Hockey Halloween
He pulls back just long enough to whisper, “Been wanting to do this all night long.” His fingers pull at the ties that hold my top, releasing them one at a time till everything gapes and I’m bare. Tristan’s palms cup my breasts from the sides and plump them together. His thumbs tease each nipple. My back arches at the surge of pleasure.
“Your tits are so fucking sweet,” he mutters, while taking one into his mouth, and then the other.
“Oh god, just like that,” I whimper.
“This?” He grazes his teeth at my pulse point. “Or maybe you like this,” he mumbles while his rough tongue circles a nipple and his hands grab my ass.
“You’re such a showoff,” I say between moans.
He leans back and pushes his pelvis up against my soaked pussy and grabs my hips. With tight, erotic circles, Tristan rubs his hardness against my clit. My eyes cross in pleasure.
“Want me to stop?”
“No. I never want you to stop,” the words spill out with no filter. Lust takes over my mouth, compelling me to remove Tristan’s shirt. Rippling muscles undulate under his smooth skin. My palms glide over his sculpted torso. When my finger traces down the trench of his abdominals and past his jeans to graze his cock, Tristan hisses.
“Can I?” I ask, my hand tugging at his pants to release his erection.
“No need to ask, Ligaya. You can do anything your like with me, sweetheart.”
“Anything? Really? So, you’d be OK if I painted your nails or?—”
He kisses me and sucks all the teasing from my lips.
When we come up for air, our mouths are so close our lips graze as he speaks.
“Take it out, Ligaya.Now.”
Tristan
I’m not sure what I expected when Ligaya and I started making out, but the passionate woman grinding against my cock and kissing me hard exceeds my imagination.
My crude instruction for her to release my cock is taken as a challenge.
“Of course you’re commando,” she says when my cock is freed from the zipper’s restrictions.
“For some reason, I’m not into boxers. Grew out of them at some point,” I say with a wide grin, thoroughly enjoying how the sight of my cock leaves her slack jawed.
Her hands wrap around my cock and twist. The motion erases my grin and feels so damn good, my head falls back. I let myself feel her twisting grip for half a minute but don’t dare look down. The one thing I want more than my own orgasm is hers.
I encircle her wrist and tilt my head lower so our gazes lock. There’s a determined gleam in her eyes that intensifies her beauty and heightens my desire. Maybe too much.
“Stop. You feel too good. Take your pants off. I’m gonna make you come first.”
“You are so arrogant.”
“It isn’t arrogance if it’s true.”
I guide her to her feet and pull her closer so I can lick that cute bellybutton as I undo her pants. The rich, delicious heat of her arousal hits me, making my mouth water.
“Fucking knew it,” I mumble, my finger strumming the back of the G-string and feasting at the sight of the line of tight curls over her pussy, dark underneath the white lace.
“You knew what?” she squeaks.
My knuckle grazes the soaked lace. “That you’d be the sexiest goddamn woman. A G-string, Ligaya? Not even a thong? Fuck, is this what you wear every day? Under your professional black dress and strict teacher vibe, you’re dressed to get fucked.”
“I don’t wear this every?—”
“Shh, let me live my fantasy. Now where were we?”
