I peel back the sheet, revealing both our naked bodies. My morning wood stiffens at the sight of her gorgeous tits.
“Well, good morning to you, handsome,” she says, taking hold of my cock. “What does sir desire? Hand? Mouth? Or pussy?”
I place a hand over her tit and squeeze. “How about all three?”
She squeezes my cock in return. “All three? My, you are greedy.”
“Not greedy,” I say, twisting her nipple.
“Ow!”
“I’m hungry. Hungry for more of you, sweet Goldilocks.”
She shifts up and over and in between my legs, dangling her tits over my cock.
“I’m hungry, too,” she says and licks her lips. “I suggest that sir might like to lie back and enjoy the ride.”
She dips her head and swirls her tongue over my tip before sucking me into her hot mouth.
I do as I’m told with a contented sigh as my head hits the pillow.
This woman.
Chapter 44
You’re the first
Harley
After a hearty brunch of champions at Number 22, Kaz whisked me to a sporting store to buy hockey gear.
With the backseat of his Mercedes filled with bags, courtesy of his Black American Express card, we headed to City Ice Pavilion in Long Island. It’s a perfect spring day, and I can’t wrap my head around the fact I’m about to freeze my ass off inside a rink.
On the upside, if we keep active, there won’t be any downtime for Kaz to interrogate me about my good for nothing family. I dodged a bullet this morning, but I can’t keep being this evasive about my parents and my sister forever. Not while I’m living under his roof.
I sigh, close the locker, hoist my sports bag over my shoulder, and exit the changing room. I turn the corner, and a giant with both fists hooked at his waist awaits me.
I blink.
Whoa.
At six-four, Kaz towers over me, but with skates strapped to his feet, he looks like a freaking skyscraper.
I come to stand in front of him and drop the bag at my feet.
“Give me a twirl,” he says.
I oblige.
“The sight of you in my charity jersey is doing something to me, Goldilocks. You look pretty hot with my name and number on your back.”
I turn around.
His eyes flash with so much desire, it nearly topples me over. “You’re the first woman who gets to wear my jersey.”
“What about all the female fans?”
“I’m always flattered when a fan wears my jersey, but I’ve never offered one to any woman before you.”
