45. Tate
She’s fucking magnificent.
What she doesn’t know is I picked up a new toy this morning, too. One of the guys has been talking about this thing that damn near sucks the soul out of his girl’s body and makes her squirt like the Bellagio fountains in Vegas.
But right now, none of that matters. She’s writhing on my clean, soft sheets, her hips wiggling as she breathes heavily, clutching the bed on either side of her half naked body.
She smells of cider and popcorn, and her beautiful hair spills over my pillow like a goddamn goddess.
“You know.” My hands skim up the outsides of her thighs, pulling my jersey up over her waist. “I’ve waited what feels like forever to see you in my shirt.”
“Yeah? Was it worth the wait?”
I smack her pussy with my iron-hard cock. “You tell me.” I don’t let her answer before ramming my dick inside her, making her moan. “Tell me who you belong to, Pitstop.” Driving into her harder with each stroke makes my balls swell. I’m not going to last long. Thankfully, I just gave my girl back-to-back orgasms with my tongue, so it’s not like she’s gotta wait to get hers.
Not sure how I fucking lasted this long to be inside her. It’s all I’ve wanted all day. From the moment I woke up my dick’s been ramrod straight like a fucking homing beacon.
When I saw her at the glass in my shirt, that was it.
My hips piston harder and harder, balls slapping against her skin as she arches her chest toward me. I love that she’s already come twice, and instead of rolling over and going to sleep, she’s still hungry, horny, and so fucking wet for me.
When her fingernails pierce the skin on my shoulders, the sharp bite of pain draws a wild sound out of my body.
“If you’re a good boy I’ll let you flip me onto my stomach and fuck me while staring at your name across my shoulders.” Her smirk makes my dick twitch. “But you gotta come first.”
She doesn’t need to tell me twice. I hold onto her hips like I’m on a rollercoaster ride without a seatbelt, pounding into her as sweat trickles down my face and neck, and let go on a roar that would make jungle lions proud.
The way her pussy tightens around me, clutching my dick like she needs me to breathe makes me come even harder. I’ve never come so hard I feel dizzy, until today. Fuck. There’s no time to catch my breath because my girl squeezes me so fucking tight I might come all over again.
Her velvety soft, slick, hot walls tense around me, micro flutters flickering, driving me wild.
Without a word, she starts rolling onto her stomach. My half-mast dick slips from her, leaving a thick trail of cum dangling from her body onto the bed. It’s so fucking hot. Seeing my cum leaking from her, knowing she’s mine, lying there in my jersey.
Christ. It makes me want to thump my chest and roar again.
When she pops her hips, lifting her ass off the bed as she gets on her knees, my dick starts to wake up again, so I dry hump her ass staring at the word Myers stitched across her back.
When I ram into her, I grunt. She’s still tight as fuck, hot as hell, and so wet she’s still dripping onto the bed. “Who do you belong to, Pitstop?”
My hips jerk back and forth as I try to find a rhythm, but I’m so fucking worked up I just want to fill her over and over with my thick and creamy cum.
“Oh, I dunno.” She pauses, giggling. “I think I picked up the wrong shirt.”
Fuck that noise. I pound her harder, making her head thud against the headboard.
“Say it.” My teeth are gritted, the words coming out strained. “Who do you belong to Pitstop?”
“Me, myself, and I.” She’s so nonchalant, but from the way her arousal is soaking my dick, and the way her body palpates with heavy breaths, she’s as turned on as I am.
Sweat clouds my vision, and my legs tremble with the effort of not coming. My balls tight, spine’s on fire with lightning dancing up and down demanding I come.
“Who do you belong to, She Devil?” I land a perfectly placed slap right on her ass cheek, making her buck her head back, arching her spine so beautifully. Her hair’s splayed across her back, so I curl it around my fist and ride her hard and deep.
“You.” She purrs. “You, Tate. I belong to you.” Her words are like the key to unlock the treasure chest. As soon as she confirms she’s mine, my orgasm hits like a twenty-foot wave crashing into a seawall, and I cream pie her all over again.
She told me she doesn’t mind being on the pill, but if she ever changes her mind I’m going to need to look into alternative birth control because seeing my cum drip out of her body is my favorite fucking thing.
“You want kids, right?” I pry her ass cheeks open so I can stare at my cum trickling out of her.
“Not right now,” comes the muffled reply.
Maybe we’ll just have a million babies, and she’ll be pregnant all the time so I can cream pie her for all eternity. Collecting a pool of my cum on my thumb, I press it back inside her.
“Breeding kink?” Sounds like “briefing clunk” as she speaks around the sheets and pillow.
“Is there a cum kink? Like, can I just want to stare at my cum oozing out of your body all day? I mean... maybe when we’re a bit older this’ll turn into a breeding kink, but right now I just want to fill you with my cum and watch it trickle out of your body, and push it all back in so it stays there forever.”
She giggles, it’s a blissed-out, relaxed sound, as her knees slide down the bed so she can face plant her whole body onto the sheets. “Maybe tomorrow.” She yawns. “Sleep first.” She pats the bed next to her like she’s telling me to lie down with her. “You did so well on the ice tonight, Satan. I’m so proud of you.”
She’s already half asleep, but those words land hard inside my chest. Grief tugs on all my emotions, reminding me that I’ll never hear those words from my parents again. The air turns thick and heavy around us, stifling me as my Penelope Pitstop pats the space next to her again.
“They’re proud of you too, Tate. And I’ll remind you of it as often as you need to hear it.”
It’s like she can read my mind, or my emotions, or she sensed a shift in the force. Either way, I believe her. When the doubt creeps in about how my parents felt, or when I need a reminder of their love and pride in me, my girl will remind me, ground me, and bring me back like she’s done for weeks on end.
I don’t know what I’d have done without her. Once that puck hit my face I was so tempted to throw a tantrum and walk away, and when my parents died, I was dealt the shittiest hand I could think of. But Penelope’s here, like a shining star bringing me home every day, reminding me of the well of strength inside me, and when that’s tired, I have other people around me to lean on as well.
When I first met her, I thought I was the best thing since sliced bread. I was all hockey, all the time, and nothing was going to stop me from beating all Dad’s records in the NHL. With every day that passes she’s helping me realize that hockey isn’t all that I am, or even all that I want to be.
With her guiding me through the darkness, I can’t help but come back to the light.