Page 109 of Golden Goal

I do as she asks and lean down, sucking her clit into my mouth as I continue to glide my fingers in and out of her.

A few more thrusts and her legs shake, and I know she’s coming. She lets out a breathy whimper and what sounds like my name. I stroke her through her orgasm before gently pulling my fingers out of her.

I peer up at her, an arm thrown over her face and a pretty pink flush to her skin. She must sense my eyes on her because she moves her arm and meets my gaze.

“That was amazing, but now I need you to be a good boy and fuck me like I know you want to.” She stares pointedly at my erection.

My cock hardens even more at her praise. I shove my boxers down, grab a condom from my nightstand and sheath myself.

“Will you ride me?”

I grip my cock, moving my hand from base to tip a few times before crawling into bed next to her and lying down.

“Yes.”

She sits up, and I help her straddle me, so her pussy is hovering over my cock. Reaching between us, she strokes me a few times, and I have to clench my teeth to keep from coming.

“Sweetheart . . .” I grit out. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come, and I’d rather come wrapped in your sweet pussy.”

“If you insist,” she says with a smirk before aligning herself over me and sliding onto my cock until she’s fully seated.

Her pussy walls flutter around me, and I groan. Gripping her hips, I thrust into her a few times. She gasps.

“This is going to be quick.”

“Please.” She moves her hips up and down, slowly at first and then faster.

I thrust into her, meeting her stroke for stroke. Reaching up, I cup her tit, using my thumb to toy with her hard nipples.

“I need you to get there, too. Touch yourself,” I tell her.

She does as I say, and within seconds, she’s coming again. I piston my hips a few more times, and that’s all it takes before I’m coming too.

Harder and longer than ever before.

This is definitely a moment I’ll never forget.

“Afternoon,” I greet Jerry when Becca and I walk into his office a few hours later.

Jerry stands, shaking my hand before turning to Becca. “You must be Dr. Jansen. Nice to meet you. I wish it was under better circumstances.”

She shakes his hand. “Me too.”

“This is Detective Barnett.” He gestures to the other gentleman in the room.

When I called Jerry earlier and told him what had been going on, he said he’d arrange for an officer to be there to take our statements at his office. He thought it would be better than having a professional hockey player and the team’s physical therapist be seen entering the police station. I agreed with him, and so did Sutton when I looped her in.

“Afternoon,” Detective Barnett says.

We take our seats, and I set the manila envelope containing the pictures and the letter on Jerry’s desk.

“It was delivered to my apartment building two days ago. The doorman signed for it,” Becca explains.

Jerry picks up the envelope, opens it, and flips through the photographs before handing everything to the detective. Becca and I take turns telling them about the silver sedan we saw on numerous occasions. The feeling we both had, that we were being watched. Detective Barnett pulls out a small notebook and begins taking notes.

“There are thousands of silver sedans in Orlando. Did either of you get a glimpse of the license plate or who was in it?” Detective Barnett asks.

I shake my head. “Unfortunately, no.”