Page 79 of Pucking Revenge
She laughs. It’s throaty and devious and so fucking sexy. “So many things, Brooks.”
I kiss the back of her thigh and take in a deep breath through my nose.
She hums in approval. “But what I was referring to was make me come. Only you’ve been able to do that.”
My heart beats out a fast rhythm against my ribcage, and pride surges inside me. I may not be experienced, but I’m dedicated. And a bit of an overachiever. Working to make Sara come over and over again is not a hardship. It’s my new favorite activity.
After that first taste of her in the hot tub, I’m certifiably obsessed. Over the last two weeks, I’ve eaten her every chance I can get. I even snuck her into the back of the plane and played with her perfect pussy while Aiden serenaded the team with Taylor Swift songs. She got off twice. Once during “Shake It Off,” then again during “Wildest Dreams.”
This view—royal blue against her skin, the number thirteen on her back, and Langfield scrawled between her shoulder blades—might be my all-time favorite. Especially when it’s paired with her ass in my face and her smile aimed in my direction.
She’s a vision. Every dream I’ve ever had. The only woman I’ve ever wanted everything with.
Digging into her flesh with my fingers, I spread her cheeks and survey my new heaven. I angle in close, being sure each of my exhalations hits her skin, and watch the goosebumps pebble. But I don’t immediately give her what she wants.
Head thrown back, she moans. “Please, Brooks. Be a good boy and lick me.”
My cock swells further, threatening to tear a hole right through my slacks. I smack her ass cheek. Hard. Instantly, I’m leaking. The redness that blooms on her creamy skin might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “Don’t tell me how to make you come.”
This moan is louder. Maybe loud enough for a person walking by to hear. She arches her back, pushing her ass closer to my face and putting that gorgeous glistening pussy on full display.
Shit. The temptation to give in is strong.But I push it down deep, determined to torment her.
“I should leave you here, wet and begging for me, while I go to the press conference. See how good you can be for me. See how wet you are when I get back. You’ll probably drip all over his desk just thinking about my tongue.”
“Yes,” she whispers, desperate now.
I smack her other cheek, leaving a matching mark. Then, because I can’t help it, I kiss the welt I left behind, then run my tongue against it.
“But I’d much rather talk to the press with your cum on my tongue. Yeah, I think that’s what I’ll do.”
I don’t make her wait any longer. I keep my hands on her ass, spreading her even wider, and slide my tongue through her slit from front to back. “So good, Pumpkin. So fucking sweet and delicious.”
Pushing back, Sara rubs against my face, chasing her release, loud and unapologetic. “Make me squirt all over his desk.”
Fuck, now I really am going to come in my pants. Can I do that? Can I get her to squirt? “Fuck, Sar.” I drop my head to her ass cheek and close my eyes, willing myself not to explode in my pants. “Tell me what to do. I’ll be your good boy. I promise.”
“You always are.” Her voice is soft and full of praise, at complete odds with the filthy words coming from her mouth. “Give me two fingers, Brooks.”
I obey, watching the way she sucks my fingers into her warmth. Blood rushes in my ears at the thought of what it will feel like when it’s my cock. How good she’ll feel wrapped around me. Tight. Hot. Once I fuck her, I know I’ll want to live inside her.
The guys think she’s all that’s on my mind now? Once I get to feel this tight cunt wrapped around me, hockey will be a distant memory. Filling her. Listening to her soft whimpers and moans. There won’t be room for other thoughts in my mind.
“You’re so tight, Sar. So fucking warm. My cock can’t wait.”
“Yes, Brooks. I can’t wait for you to fill me. I’m dying to feel every ridge as you work your way inside. You’ll fill me so full I won’t be able to breathe. You’re big. I could tell when I rode you in the hot tub.”
That’s as close as she’s gotten to my dick. I’m not ready for more yet. Still haven’t gotten my fill of eating her, playing with her, teasing her. And the instant I sink inside her, whether it’s her mouth or her pussy, she’ll own me.
I’m a fool. Because whether I’ve been inside her or not, she already does.
“Now curve your finger. Then put your tongue back where it belongs.”
“Here?” I tease. Then I slip my tongue between her ass cheeks and lick my way up.
She moans like the dirty girl she is, loving the feel of my tongue pressed against that tight hole. “Oh fuck. Yes, Brooks. Right there.”
I work my fingers in and out, making sure to curl them as I do, and to slide my tongue all over. Her ass, her pussy, back and forth until she’s crying out, desperate for more.