Page 142 of Hockey Boy
Mine.
He’s all freaking mine.
“Wouldn’t have wanted to do it with anyone else.” He presses a kiss to my knuckles.
“Says the man who was engaged to another woman when this all started.”
Aiden props himself up on his elbow and tickles my side. “Take it back.”
I squeal with laughter as I fight him off. “Never.”
With his lip caught between his teeth, he hovers over me, oozing happiness. “I love you so much, wife.”
“Love you too. But do me a favor, Hockey Boy.”
Aiden grins that dopey lovestruck grin. “Anything.”
“Fuck me like you hate me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He perks up. “You want stalker Aiden or ghost Aiden?”
I run my hand across his cheek, mesmerized by this man. “I just want Aiden.”
He eases in close, his lips brushing against mine. “Then I can only make love to you.”
I bite his bottom lip, pulling him closer. When he hisses, I let go and smile.
“Fine,” I huff teasingly. “You can be my stalker.”
He winks. “Like Casper, the friendly kind.”
The End
Aiden
“That’s right,Princess. Slurp it like the dirty wife you are.”
I smack her ass and pull her thighs closer. She’s being a tease, tempting me by putting her sweet pussy in my face. She’s just far enough away that I can’t taste her while she goes to town on my cock, and it’s driving me to madness. I thrust up into her hot mouth and groan when she moans around me. My wife loves it rough.
Sixty-nine is an extremely underrated position, in my opinion. There is nothing better than eating her and getting my dick sucked at the same time.
But right now, she’s not letting me snack, and I’m getting frustrated. Knowing what my girl likes, I suck my thumb into my mouth. When it’s nice and wet, I slide it across her perineum, then push into her tight hole. Lennox whimpers and pushes back, right where I want her.
“Aha,” I say. Fuck yeah. While I continue to work my thumb in out and of her, I dive in, sliding my tongue inside her.
She pushes back farther, grinding against me, her efforts to blow me almost forgotten.
It’s fine. I’m not coming anywhere but in her pussy. Or maybe her ass.
Only time will tell.
“Shit, Aiden. That’s so—” Her words turn into a moan as her first orgasm hits.
I spear her with my tongue again, relishing the way she pulses around it, then I lap up every drop of her pleasure until she’s collapsing to the side of me.
“Hands on the headboard,” I order. “I need you to sit on me, baby.” I lean back, waiting, but I’ll only be patient for a few seconds.
“Give me a minute to catch my breath,” she gasps. “You just stole all the air from my lungs.”