Nick: The Billionaire Star of NHL
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“Ser, what are you doing?” I ask her, my voice already rough, as she unzips my jeans.
“I think I wanna play a little, Nick.” She smirks, placing her mouth on the bulge in my pants. “Can you help me?” Ser asks with a pout, struggling to lower my jeans for better access.
“Ser…” I breathe, suddenly out of air. “I can’t drive if you do this to me.”
“Oh, I think you can, baby,” she whispers into my ear, her tone wicked and playful. “Because once we get home, you can do whatever you want to me.”
She pulls at the waistband of my jeans, and I lift my hips to help her drag them down to my thighs. Then, she climbs onto her knees on the passenger seat.
“Now, be a good fiancé and let me have some fun.”
At her words, all the blood in my body rushes to my cock.
“Jesus, Ser. If I didn’t know you were a virgin until two weeks ago, I’d be very jealous right now, thinking you’d practiced with someone else to be this fucking good with your words.”
I cup her jaw with my right hand, bringing her mouth to mine in a rough, possessive kiss. My heart pounds against my ribs, matching hers.
Then I guide her head down toward my cock.
“Now, be a good girl and finish what you started.”
She takes her time, kissing my length over my underwear and moaning loudly.
“Such a tease,” I groan through clenched teeth. I’m afraid I’ll come too fast if she keeps this up.
After an agonizing long moment, she finally frees me from my boxers and wraps her hand around my cock, pumping it slowly. It takes every ounce of self-control I have left to keep my eyes on the road.
“Sierra,” I growl, voice raspy and low.
Hovering her lips over me, she asks with fake innocence, “What, Nick? Are you okay?”
Like the fucking tease she is, she twirls her tongue around the head, playing with my piercing like she’s done it a thousand times before.
“If you keep teasing me like this, I swear I’ll get you close to coming all night, only to pull away and leave you begging.”
I grip her hair and push her head toward my cock again. She opens her mouth and takes me all the way in, until I hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” I breathe like a sigh of relief, my hands gripping the steering wheel as a violent shiver rolls through my spine.
Pulling back just slightly, she says, “Baby, you wouldn’t do that because you love seeing me come,” then she licks me slowly, from the base to the tip. “And I wouldn’t forgive you if you did. I missed you so much these weeks, Nick. I need your touch everywhere.”
She puts the tip back into her mouth, sucking down on it as she pumps my cock with her hand, setting a perfect pace.
“Fuck,” I growl, balling my hand into her hair. “You’re sucking your fiancé’s cock so good, baby.”
My head drops back onto the headrest and I groan, loud and deep.
I can’t believe I’m this lucky. I don’t know what I did right in my life to deserve her, but I’ll always be grateful for the chance she gave me.
Over the years, I tried not to think about her. I tried to forget all the feelings and emotions I had every time I was in her presence.
I never imagined we’d end up together. I never dared to hope this could be my life one day. But now that I have her, I’ll do anything to keep her forever.
She keeps sucking and swirling, and I can’t take it anymore.
I pull over and park the car in a deserted commercial parking lot. Thank God it’s two o’clock on a Saturday morning and no one’s around.
“Shit.” I grip her hair tighter, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but failing miserably. “Baby, if you don’t slow down, I’m not going to last any longer,” I manage to say through gritted teeth.