Page 208 of Playing the Pucking Game
I’d be a laughingstock.
Mitchell can’t take me seriously as it is. No one would have any respect for me after that.
Parker Donnelly only got the job with the LA Vipers because she’s in a secret relationship with star winger, Lincoln Storm.
“Fuck, are you there?” Linc rasps, his jaw tight as he holds himself on the edge.
I nod, although it’s not entirely the truth.
Skating my free hand down my stomach, I push two fingers inside myself.
“Christ,” he groans, his nostrils flaring as he watches me fuck myself. “Are you tight?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Bet you’d fucking strangle my dick in the best kind of way. I’d stretch you out so good, pretty girl.”
He fucking would, too.
I haven’t been with anyone else the size of him. I can only imagine how it would feel being full of him. I bet it would hurt in the most delicious kind of way.
“Linc,” I try, his words, the image they paint and the sensation of my fingers curling inside me enough to push me closer to the edge.
“Fuck, pretty girl. Can I…can I come on you?”
My heart slams against my ribs, and my orgasm crests.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as I fall.
“Fuck, Parker. Fuuuck,” he groans as he finds his release.
Quickly, he shuffles forward as his cock jerks in his hand.
The moment his warm cum hits my stomach, another wave of my release crashes through me.
Holy shit, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
Linc’s body sags once his orgasm has subsided. His cum cools on my stomach, but I’m too exhausted to do anything about it.
“Fuck. That was?—”
“Yeah,” I agree. “It was.”
He sits there with his chest heaving and his softening cock out. I’m no better; I don’t so much as make a move to close my legs.
“That wasn’t why I turned up at your hotel room door,” he explains after a couple of silent seconds.
“Sure it wasn’t.” I laugh, finally pulling my thighs together and hiding myself from him.
He pouts like a child who’s just had his favorite toy taken away, but he doesn’t say anything.
“It wasn’t,” he assures me. “I mean, I’d be lying if I hadn’t thought about it. But it wasn’t my intention.”
I nod, accepting his words as he climbs off the bed and tucks himself away.
I want to complain and beg him to strip down to nothing so I can ogle him, but I keep my mouth closed.
We’ve already done way more than we should tonight.
