King
The guilt still pokes at me as they rest on the sides of my face, and I vow to make things right, no matter what it takes.
I want to tell her I’ll take care of her forever, and that includes whatever bills she thinks she needs to pay, but the way she talked about her work, I get it.
She’s always relied on herself, and I sense that she needs that to feel secure.
And I’m all about her security.
Still, I’m going to make sure she has everything she wants from now on.
“Your energy is softer today,” she mouths in that warm whisper that has my balls and dick throbbing for her.
“There’s a part of me that will never be soft again, now that you’re in my life, baby.”
Her liquid warmth seeps into my sweats. I thought of dressing up or changing things up today, but she picked out my clothes at the store yesterday, so she’s got an appreciation for my gray sweats. Anyway, they’re comfortable as hell, and give my dick room to do his thing.
“King.” She lowers her forehead to mine and I feel her conflicting emotions.
“Baby, leave all that professional ethics shit behind. You’re the one who is all about emotions, about feeling them and letting them out. But you won’t even do that for yourself.”
I harden my grip on her soft ass. I know what she needs.
Slipping my hands up, I pinch the hem of her t-shirt before she even knows what’s happening, and strip it up and off her head, her curly hair flying around her face as I toss it across the room, burying my face into her cleavage.
“Wait—”
There’s no wait in me. I’ve got my fingers working the back clasp of her bra, flicking the little eye hooks like a maestro.
Her bra falls from the lush weight of her tits before she can get another word out, and I grin as I strip the straps off her arms. “You try to control everything. Keep it all in order so you can feel safe.”
I buck my hips as my mouth clamps down on a taut nipple, licking the tight flesh as she hisses on a breath.
“Yes. I have to. You can only count on yourself.”
“Not true anymore. You can count on me baby.”
I lock my eyes on hers, rolling her nipples between my fingers, making her cry out. A chink of her armor falls away, and I see a little girl’s hope spring into her eyes. And I know with sudden clarity, there’s no way I’m making it out of here today without getting my dick inside her.
The ache below my waist nearly doubles me over as a streak of sunlight cuts across her bare flesh, highlighting her perfection. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but for once I think maybe God is on my side.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“All you need to do is keep your eyes on me,” I tell her.
Her breathing is shallow and fast as I cup her cheeks, fingers strapped around the back of her head.
“You got that? Your only job is to keep your eyes on me and do as I say.”
She nods. “Yes. Please.”
Her words are choked, like I’ve touched her in a painful spot as she arches her back, her tits jiggling in front of my lips.
The relief in her eyes makes me feel like I could conquer the world. How it is I’ve only known her for two days—three, if you count fighting for her in the restaurant—I have no idea, because I feel soul-connected to this girl in a way I didn’t know was possible.
She tucks her chin to her collar bone as an idea comes fully formed in my mind. “I brought you a gift.”
She answers with a blink as I lean in and claim her mouth. Our tongues seek each other out as I wrap my arms around her waist, tugging her against me, leaving no room in between.
In a flash, I’m on my feet as she yelps into our kiss. Spinning, I lower her back down onto the sofa, easing back and admiring the woman I know someday very soon will be my wife.
I want at that little sweet juicy peach between her legs.
“Stay,” I order, tapping her nose with my index finger.
“But—”
“I said stay. I’ve got you, baby, just let everything go.” I pat her head, then turn toward the door, stripping my t-shirt off as I go, ready to get down and dirty.
I drop it on the back of the sofa that sent me flying a few minutes ago, jogging the next few steps to grab my stick, and spin, heading back to my girl who is watching me, wide-eyed.
“This is my game stick from the last, most important goal I’ve ever scored. I’ve never given one of my sticks away to anyone except my mom and dad.”
Her eyelids flutter as she looks from the stick, back to me, and it’s hard to fucking breathe with her sitting there, her bare tits taunting me. “That’s too much. It’s so personal.”
She’s trying to control shit again, and I realize more than a moment ago how much she needs what’s about to happen.
“You, my little firecracker, need some reprogramming. You can’t seem to grasp the idea of giving up control. So, baby, I’m going to help you.”
Her eyes flash as I pull a roll of canvas tape from my pocket. I didn’t plan this, but fate was watching out for me.
I left it there when I wrapped the handles of my new sticks early this morning, when I couldn’t sleep.
My pulse races as I fight off the urge to just lay her on the floor and pump into her. But this is better.
“First, lose the pants. And the panties.” I don’t wait for her to protest or start with the questions. “Right now. Off.”
Her eyes are wide, staring at me with anticipation as she tucks her hair behind her ears.
Then she lifts her hips, peels the stretchy fabric of her pants down, and pulls her panties off next.
Then she bends over to free them both from her little feet.
Her tits dangle down, swaying and bouncing with her movement, and I imagine lying on the floor one day with her over me, feeding me her warm, sweet milk.
When she sits back up, her eyes are back on mine, and I give her a nod of approval as I take in this perfect angel.
My cock and balls are as hard as they’ve ever been as sweat gathers on my forehead.
She watches with eyes full of heat as I arrange the stick on the back of the sofa, holding the roll of tape between my teeth and making easy work of getting rid of the rest of my clothes.
I kick them aside as she gets the first real look at my dick.
There’s shock and horror, and I hope a bit of happiness, marching across her features as I bring my knees onto the sofa cushions on either side of her.
“You, my sweet firecracker, are going to be my first as well.”
“Really?”
I grit out a low chuckle as I lift her arm with one hand, positioning her wrist on the back of the sofa toward one end of the hockey stick. I reach over to do the same with the other, as I answer, “I’ve never eaten pussy before.”
She lets out a disapproving gasp, and I’m sure she’s about to give me shit. And I’d agree with her, except she’s got the wrong idea.
“It’s not that I have any problem with my mouth on that pink, delicious body part. But, to me, that’s the most intimate act. I never felt anything special enough that I wanted to give that. I guess, in a way, that was selfish, but unconsciously I was saving it. For someone. For you, baby.”
I work the roll of tape in my hands, looking down to see her eyes flick from mine to my dick, which is bobbing up and down in front of her face.
“I’ve never put a cock in my mouth, either,” she whispers on a shaky breath. “Never touched one.”
There’s a ripping sound as I tear off a strip of tape, her eyes still pinned to mine as she licks her lips, then sticks out her tongue in offering, and I’m fucking in love.
I shift forward, putting my cock within sucking distance, and she hesitates, staring at it like she’s Midas and it’s a golden flower. She wants it, but something is holding her back.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, gripping my shaft and dangling the prize in her face.
She licks her lips, swallowing as her eyes grow large and bright, then she looks down meekly. “I might… I have the world’s worst gag reflex. I don’t want to embarrass myself and disappoint you.”
I take hold of her chin, turning her face up again. “Firecracker, you could never be anything but perfect.” I push my hips forward, trailing the head of my cock over her lips, and she opens. “Your mouth is magic, I already know.”
With one touch, the rest of the world falls away. There’s no suspension, no vow, no team that matters more than what’s happening right here and now.
“That’s my good girl,” I say as she spreads her lips around my head, letting it slide into the waiting warmth.
I choke on my emotions as she coughs and it goes deeper, but I hold her eyes.
“Relax, baby. That’s it. Slow and easy.” I moan, as her mouth takes control of my senses. “Fuck, you’re amazing. Jesus Christ, you’re a fucking natural.”
Her mouth is stretched too wide to smile, but I see the relief and pride in her eyes. She mumbles and moans, and doesn’t complain as I thrust forward a little, seeing the moisture spring to her eyes as I push deeper.
“Such a good fucking girl, taking all of that fat cock.”
Her mouth looks obscene taking the first of ten thick inches, her eyes lust-fogged as I spiral the tape around her wrist and the hockey stick, the warmth of her mouth engulfing the head in one suck.
“Holy fuck.” I roar at the ceiling, breaking our eye contact for a second, because the combination of her looking up at me and sucking my cock is enough to make me blow.
She’s taking the first few meaty inches like a champ as I gather my wits and finish my task, rocking my hips forward and back, giving her a little more with each motion. Her tits move as she leans in, gobbling me up like a champ.
I move the stick into position across her shoulders, wrists secured to the wood with white tape, leaving her hands useless.
“I’m going to play with you like a fucking toy, you know that, don’t you?”
She nods the best she can with her mouth full of my meaty motherfucker. Her luscious lips and slick tongue go to town, but it’s her moans of pleasure that have me ready to nut in her mouth after ten seconds.