Fuck, of all the dresses I’ve seen her wear, I think these might be my favorite. The ones that have some type of bra built in so she’s bare beneath them.
I flatten my tongue along her sternum and slowly glide a path down between her perky, round little tits to the flat expanse of her stomach.
I look up the length of her body as she eyes me cautiously. “You can. And you will.”
Slipping my fingers beneath the band of those barely there underwear, I drag them down her legs in one pull. I run my palms along her silky thighs, my fingers digging into her skin as I wrench them open wider, revealing the pretty pink little pussy hidden between them.
I’m positive I’ve never seen anything more perfect in my entire goddamn life. And I’ve held the Stanley Cup not once, but three times.
Fucking Christ.
It blows my mind that I’m the first man to ever see her like this, to ever taste her cunt, to ever slide my cock inside of her.
I’m the last motherfucker on the planet who deserves that, but here we are.
With her continuing to give me things I’ll never truly earn.
I fit myself between her thighs, my wide shoulders bracketed by her thighs, dropping onto my stomach on the mattress. “You’re going to read it out loud to me, and if you stop reading, then I stop,” I rasp against her thigh, raking my teeth along the sensitive, heated skin until she whimpers. “Do you understand?”
All she does is make a desperate little sound, so I stop, causing her eyes to snap to mine.
“Words, Maisie. You love them so much, yeah?”
“Y-yes.” The response is breathless, a mumble, really.
But then, I hear the sound of pages rustling, and I can’t hold back my grin.
I bring my fingers to her pussy and spread her open wide so I can get my fill of her, my gaze sliding over her glistening clit and her tight little entrance.
Fuck me.
Unable to stop myself, I lean in and flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, and the sweet taste of her floods my mouth, tearing a deep, nearly animalistic groan from me.
I tasted her the night she rode my fingers, but there’s no comparison to drinking her down right from the source.
I repeat the motion, this time slower, languidly dragging my tongue from her ass all the way to her clit, circling and flicking. “Read the words, and I’ll eat this pretty little cunt. But if you stop…” Tearing my mouth away, I look up her body, our gazes locking. “Then you’ll have to come all by yourself. And I’m going to fuck my fist while I watch.”
Even as heat flickers in her eyes, she narrows them slightly, lifting up on her elbows. “That sounds like a win-win situation for you,Coach.”
I shrug, smirking against her pussy, lapping at her clit again. Maisie’s head lolls back on her shoulders, and she melts, her long, silky blonde hair cascading onto the bed below her. “The first rule in sports? The game isn’t always fair. Now, read, baby, or it’s going to be a long night.”
She exhales, a dramatic little huff, and flops back down onto the bed, holding the book above her.
Truthfully, I’m not even listening when she starts reading, I’m too busy burying my face in her pussy and eating her like the starved man that I am.
Since she’s being so obedient, like the good girl she is, and reading it out loud, albeit slightly breathily, I reward her by wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking it into my mouth. Hard.
Her hips buck, and her back arches from the bed when I roll it between my lips, finding the perfect pressure that has her writhing.
Panting.
Rocking against my mouth.
“Wilder,” she cries, one hand flying to my hair, yanking at the strands. “Right there, God, oh…”
I sink two fingers inside of her, curling them up, but then I stop.
Because she’s not reading.
