I turned thebathroom light off, stripping out of the rest of my clothes, my dick alreadyrock-hard as I joined Daisy at the end of her bed. Jesus, she was perfect.
She was bentover, her legs spread and her back arched just enough to raise her globe-shapedass, ready for me to fuck her. I ran my fingers through her already wet folds,pressing two against her clit, before sliding them back, and slipping theminside of her.
She let out aquiet moan as she pushed her pussy into my hand, but I pulled away at hermotion.
“Huck,” shebegged.
“Don’t move,” Igrowled.
She whimpered,but I felt her plant her feet a little firmer and I slid my fingers inside ofher again. As I fingered her pussy, I moved my other hand to the back of herneck and wrapped her long hair into my fist.
I felt her pussytighten and flood as I worked her, so I pulled my hand away and positioned mycock at her entrance. Daisy once again pushed back against me, so I tightenedmy fist in her hair, a silent warning to stay still, causing her back to arch,and she let out a quiet mew as I slid slowly into her, burying myself to thehilt.
“Jesus,” Ihissed as her pussy tightened around my dick.
“I can play,too,” she sassed over her shoulder. “Kegels.”
I grinned,releasing her hair, and gripping her hips hard enough so I could slam into her.She quickly lost her ‘sauce’ when I leaned over her and twisted one of hernipples into a tight pebble, continuing to bury myself deeper and deeper.
When I felt my ballstighten, I gave her ass a smack and she cried out as her pussy flooded withrelease, and I held her hips steady as I came fast and hard. She took gulpingbreaths as her cunt continued to contract, milking every ounce out of me.
“Oh my god,” shebreathed out, and I leaned over to kiss the nape of her neck before slidinggently out of her. “That was amazing.”
I chuckled,making my way to the bathroom. “Ah, yeah.”
“Make up sex isthe bomb,” she said, following me.
“I don’t knowthat we can count what we did as a real fight, babe, but if you want to callthat make up sex, by all means,” I said as I turned on the shower.
“It felt like areal fight.”
I frowned.“Shit, baby, really?”
“Yes. I thoughtfor sure you were going to dump me.”
I slid my armaround her waist and pulled her close. “That’s never gonna fucking happen.”
“I’m starting tobelieve that now.”
“Good.” Ismiled, kissing her nose. “Now, you gonna let me soap you up so I can fuck youin the shower?”
She shivered.“Hell yeah, I am.”
I lifted her intothe shower where I did just that.
Huck
FRIDAY, WE WALKED out of the doctor’soffice, our mood a little grimmer than when we’d walked in. It was looking asthough I was going to have to have a full knee replacement.
“That’ssomething like six months for a full recovery, right?” I deduced.
“Yes,” Dr. Patelconfirmed.
“Does that meanhis hockey career is over?” Daisy asked.
Dr. Patel shookhis head. “Not necessarily. A high percentage of my patients return to theirnormal activities once post-surgery physical therapy has been completed. Ofcourse, most of my patients are not professional hockey players, but given yourage and physical fitness, Huck, I think you have a great chance at getting backonto the ice.”
“And you have meand the club to help you out with whatever you need,” Daisy added.
