Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
It’s probably good she never wore my jersey when I was younger. I’d have probably filled my protective cup with jizz, and my grandma wouldn’t have been happy about that. Plus, when we were younger, I didn’t know how to make her come like I do now. And I sure as hell wouldn’t have had the balls to pull her out the back door of the rink and press her into the wall of the Ice Thistle to ravish her.
I have the balls now, and they’re in Kenni’s hand as our tongues and teeth play. She tastes so fucking good, and I want to inhale her. She cups me through my athletic shorts, and I groan into her mouth as I push down her leggings. When I find that she has no panties on, I cut my eyes to hers. “You want me to bust my load, huh?”
She smirks as I drop to my knees and throw her leg over my shoulder before burying my face against her pussy lips. She’s soaked and tastes like heaven. “Fucking hell, Kenni. This pussy is my favorite feast.”
She arches into my mouth, her clit pressing against my tongue, and she cries softly. “Yes, Dean. Please, I need to come.”
“Do you?” I ask, smirking up at her. “Why’s that?”
“You know why.”
“You like the way I handle my stick?” I waggle my brows. We learned very quickly that watching me play hockey gets her going, and you can bet your sweet ass I am reaping the rewards.
Her eyes are dark, heavy lidded. “I love it—more so when you fuck me after scoring and winking at me.”
Her words have me burning from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I bury my face between her pussy lips again and suck her clit between my lips. She cries out before she starts rocking against my lips, pure lust shining in those blue eyes. I slide two fingers into her perfect cunt and moan at how hard she squeezes my fingers. I still can’t believe that small-dicked fucker tried to tell her that her pussy wasn’t fucking perfect. Just like her.
Not that he’ll ever have pussy again. He’s on trial in the murder-for-hire plot. And even if he takes a plea, he’ll get twenty years. If it goes to trial, he could go away for life. His girl got five years, much to Kenni’s dismay. She tried to ask them not to prosecute her since they have kids, and I love her for that, but I want that bitch to suffer. She plotted this murder right along with that fucker of a man. She knew what she was doing and the risk her kids would be at if they lost their parents. I want their kids to suffer since their parents tried to take out a woman who is just as loved and needed.
Call me an asshole. I can be when it comes to Kenni.
I devour her until she’s a trembling mess, coming hard against my mouth. I have to fight off my own release. I lick up her slit, sucking her heated flesh and loving how she squirms. “I swear I could do nothing else in this world but eat your pussy.”
“Dean,” she cries, grasping for me. “Fuck me.”
I kiss her belly and then move myself up her body, wedging myself under the shirt. She giggles and squirms as I lick and nibble at her skin before trapping a nipple between my teeth. She groans loudly, pressing her hips to mine, and I suck harder, coming off her with a pop. I make my way up her body, the neckline of my jersey snapping and popping before I’m through it to take her mouth with mine. She laughs against my lips as I hold her close, trapped with her under the sweater.
Just where I want to be.
“You’ve wrecked the opening of this jersey.”
I scoff. “So? I’m about to wreck this pretty pussy.”
I cup her, and she whimpers before I give her a smacking kiss and back down out of the sweater. I turn her around, and her hands go up on the wall, her nails digging into the side of the building and perking that sweet ass in the air for me. I palm the globes of her ass, spreading them apart and drinking from her dripping cunt. On the edge of exploding all over her, I guide my cock into her sweet heat, and then we’re both moaning. She feels so good, so tight, and all fucking mine.
My thrusts are brutal, but my girl takes them like a champ. I feel the fluttering of her pussy as her moans get a little sharper, her head dropping back and her mouth falling open. The jersey is above her ass, but my name and number are right there as I fuck her with abandon.