Page 125 of The Casanova Complex

I groan into her mouth, and then she’s gone.

Poof.

When I peel my eyes open, I see her dropping to her knees, and a strangled breath tears out of me. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing, Goalie?” she smarts, staring up at me through her dark lashes. “I’m showing my boyfriend how horny I am after watching him on the ice tonight. I was wet all night.”

Fuck me.

My brows shoot up. “You are? You were?”

“Mhm,” she retorts cheekily, lightly dragging the tips of her fingers across my dick. A shiver shoots down my spine. “You were so sexy out there. All I could think about was getting home to do this.”

I want to get to the this part right now.

Right the fuck now.

Sliding her fingers up to the waistband, she tugs my briefs down, freeing my cock. It bobs right in front of her face, hard and heavy, demanding attention like he’s running the show.

Her small hand circles the base, and she holds my eyes as she sticks her tongue out and licks my cock like it’s a fucking lollipop, then slowly drags her tongue over the thick bead of cum dripping from the slit.

I almost fall to my knees when she slowly trails her tongue along the underside, over the sensitive ridge beneath my head, and down to my balls, where she sucks on them.

My freaky girl.

God, I fucking love her.

I want to tell her I love her right now, but if I do that, she’ll think it’s only because she’s got my balls in her mouth.

I can’t say I love you for the first time when she’s got a mouthful of balls.

It has nothing to do with that.

I mean, okay, fine… a tiny bit, but I loved her before this.

Clearly, I’m not thinking rationally, and it’s because of the previously stated. Literally, my brain’s already fucking short-circuiting, and she hasn’t even put my dick in her mouth yet.

Just seeing her perched on her knees, still wearing my jersey, her eyes shining with eagerness while eyeing my cock hungrily, is more than enough to accomplish a misfiring.

From where she’s got me pinned against the door, I have a perfect view of the full mirror across from us, watching as her lips wrap around the head of my cock. Warm, wet heat envelops me as she slowly slides me into her mouth.

I’m fighting a war trying to keep my eyes open, to keep watching as she puts my entire cock down her throat. To relish in her wearing my name on her back while she does something so filthy and so fucking hot.

Reaching for her head, my fingers tangle in her soft, silky hair, and I do something that I have been dreaming about for fucking months.

I wind the long strands in my fist, gripping her tightly.

Her response is to moan, low and needy, stealing my goddamn breath.

Slowly, I flex my hips forward, pushing deeper in her mouth, my restraint fraying, thinning until there’s nothing left.

She gags when I hit the back of her throat, and I immediately pull out. “Shit, baby.” My voice cracks. “I’m sorr⁠—”

The apology dies on my tongue when she grips the base of my cock and feeds me back into her hot, wet mouth and takes every inch down her throat.

A ragged groan rumbles out of my chest. “Jesus, fuuuck, Merritt.”

I can feel her throat working, and my balls tighten, the desperate need to empty every drop of my cum down her throat so powerful that I nearly sway on my feet.