Fifty-Four
“So this is where you go for time-out?” she asks me as I open the penalty box door. I spank her sassy ass as I usher her through. “When you get too rough with the other boys during play time?” she continues with a cheeky grin. It’s like she wants me to spank her again.
“I'd rather have play time with you,” I said as I sat down on the bench and tugged her onto my lap. She straddles my legs and slides down into her spot as she settles right over the ridge of my cock. “Wanna be bad, Ed? We’re already in the sin-bin.”
“Idiota, wey.” She says, shaking her head. Her braided hair swings with her body as she moves. Her hips naturally start to dance over my hard dick, and I want more. Right fucking now.
“Why you looking at me like that?” Because all I can think about is your hot cunt keeping my cock warm while I fuck you in this penalty box, baby.
My eyebrows jump, and she scrunches her face before it all clicks in her big, beautiful brain. “ ?No mames wey! You can’t be serious… cabró –”
Her favorite fucking word dissolves on her tongue as soon as she feels my warm mouth on her neck. I suck on her soft skin, inhaling her scent along with the cold, familiar smell of hockey and ice. The combination of it all makes me feel fucking unhinged as I thrust up into her.
This fucking wild need to fuck my favorite girl in my favorite place is so overpowering that I sink my teeth into her throat as I grip her waist with my right hand and push her down against my length.
I want to eat her alive right here in the fucking penalty box and lick my mark as her pussy jerks over my cock.
She tilts her head back, and with my free hand, I yank on the end of her long black braid before twisting it around my fist. I love her fucking hair.
“?Aye, wey!” She protests as she moves over me. Her voice gets all breathy as I kiss the other side of her neck. “We can’t –”
“Fine, but you can, hermosa ,” I tell her and give her neck one more bite. “Be a good girl for me and turn your body around,” I smack and squeeze her tight little ass, and her huffs and puffs of protests fade away.
She twists, and my hands guide her hips to exactly where I fucking want her. My cock head is pressing up against the seam of my joggers. I bring her covered pussy down so that she’s snug up against him. That’s it, baby.
My right hand disappears under the waistband of her black leggings. I bury my fingers in her cunt, and I smile to myself as my eyes dart around the rink. Fucking hell, I love this girl so fucking much.
My fingertips comb through her bush, and she automatically widens her legs, separating her wet pussy lips just as my index finger finds her hot little clit.
She moans for me, and it’s the best fucking sound that I’ve ever heard in this fucking building.
Better than the cheers or the sound of the score buzzer.
My free hand grabs her dimpled chin, and I turn her face towards mine before I lick her cheek. “Hands on the glass, demon girl. I want you to watch the ice melt.”