Cincuenta y Cinco
This man’s got me doing crazy shit out here and not giving a fuck about it. His big ass hand is playing with my pussy, and his other is squeezing my tit while I grind back and forth along his verga. The ice in the rink should be enough to cool me down, but I feel like a cat in heat.
“ Aye , Papi ,” I pant, gripping his wrist as he fingers me. His breath is hot on my neck while his magical fingers move inside me. Every time he touches me, it’s like he unlocks some box of desires I didn’t know that I had, in hiding places that only he can find.
This man has me pleading for release out here in the open. I know that we’re alone, but I’m well aware that anyone could walk in at any point. Even knowing that, I can’t hold back my moans.
My ass is jumping up and down to the cheers I hear in my head as I imagine him out there on the ice. I’m grinding against him harder now, and his groans set the rhythm of my hips as I start to come undone. My man has me fucking losing it. Literalmente.
“Out of all the shit you call me, that’s my favorite, baby,” he says as his fingers rub circles over my sensitive skin, “Say it again, Ma ,” he encourages in that smooth ass voice, and the combination of him calling me that, and the tug he gives my clit, pulls the fucking orgasm right out of my pussy.
“?Sí, Papi, sí, mi amor!” I cry out as my heart beat pulses around his fingers.
“That’s my good fucking demon girl,” he praises me as I try to catch my breath.
He pulls his hand out of my worn-out leggings and holds up his wet fingers.
Those same fingers held open every single fucking door of this big ass building as he showed me all the exits, the locker room, his special seats in the stands, and now the fucking - ?Cómo le puso?
What did he call it?- sin bin, before we ate one of the best dinners I’ve had in a fucking long ass time.
They’re also the same fingers that he brings up to his mouth and sucks clean, before leaving me fucking dead as he says, “Hhhmmm, Qué rico, Mami.”
“You don’t have to do this, you know, you don’t have to risk your future for me and my bullshit,” I tell him, breaking the silence between us.
We’ve been in his bed for over an hour, and neither of us is sleeping.
I’ve been staring at the ceiling, and he’s been playing with the ends of my hair while I try not to scale the fucking walls.
“We’re not doing this again, I already told you, Ed,” he says, sitting up as he drags me along with him. “In twenty-four hours, all of this will be over, and we can move on. It’s gonna be fine.”
“Fucking move on to what? What if something happens and you can’t play anymore? What if you get kicked out of fucking school? What if –”
“What if nothing, Ed. Turn off your beautiful brain. Nothing’s gonna happen, every player has off games, that’s all tomorrow’s gonna be.”
“Then I’m going,” I snap at him as I cross my arms over one another.
“You sure, Ed, you wanna come to my game?” he asks. He has a giant fucking grin on his handsome face as he sits up against his headboard. The sheet covering his chest slips down, and all I see is naked, inked skin.
“Get me a fucking ticket, cabrón .” I’ll face any fucking fear for this man. I can’t let him risk it all for me and be too fucking scared to watch him do it.
“Done,” he says before pausing, “And I want you wearing this.”
“What are you doing?” He reaches behind his head and undoes the clasp of his gold necklace before holding it out to me.
“Giving my girl my chain.” He secures it around my neck, and I feel the golden three against my skin. “That way, everyone in that arena will know that Edison fucking Santos is mine.”