Page 74 of Grumpy Player

I groan in frustration.

“Then walk that cute ass of yours to the couch,” I demand and she listens, swaying her behind.

I smack her ass and she turns around, her eyes pinning me with heat.

“Connor,” she pants. She sits on the couch with her legs straight in front of her.

I kneel.

“You’re going to hurt yourself,” she states.

My hip is hurting. “I need this.” My words are selfish but I will make this good for her because I need her like air.

I slip her short shorts along with her panties off her ass and take her in. A small strip of auburn hair lines her pussy and I lick my lips.

“Spread your legs,” I order.

I dip my head, wrapping my arms on her thighs as I lick her wet pussy. Fuck, she tastes good as my tongue ravishes her. She is swollen and throbbing. Her fingers grip the strands of my hair.

“Connor, I’m going to come. I’m going to be loud.”

I reach out and grab a throw pillow. “Use this. Don’t scream.”

“This is torture,” she says as her hips move in sync with my tongue. I hear her soft moans and my cock bobs in my pants. It doesn’t help I didn’t put on boxers after my shower.

I lick her from seam up to her clit, flicking her clit with my tongue and lapping up all her juices. She comes hard and fast, her pussy swollen as she rides the hell out of my tongue. It’s so fucking hot and I’m so turned on. I may have sex when I’m on the road with the team, but I was never invested enough to go down on those women. The sex was more about my pleasure, but right now all I want is to pleasure Ellie. A loud moan breaks loose.

“Use the pillow,” I urge and when I look up, she has buried her face in the pillow.

“This feels too good. It’s too much,” she complains, and then I hear her muffled moans.

I use my tongue, ensuring she rides out every wave of her climax and even then, she is throbbing and pulsing beneath me.

“That was…” She’s breathless as I slow my tongue’s movements and lick my lips. I look up to see she has removed the pillow from her face and has a lazy smile.

“Damn,” she laughs. I get up, moaning from pain in my hip as I take the seat beside her, stretching my body and legs to relieve the tension radiating from my injury. “Are you okay?”

I nod. “It was worth it. You’re sweeter than I imagined.” I don’t want her feeling bad about my hip. I want her remembering how good I made her feel.

She gets up and crawls on the floor, kneeling before me.

“Ellie, you don’t have to. . .”

She begins to slide the flannel pajama pants off my waist and I lift my hips to help her.

“I do, seeing how hard your cock is.” She licks her lips and dips her head, licking my crown, her tongue hot and wet drives me crazy.

“Damn, Ellie, it’s been a long while since I had sex.”

“Really? I’d think you hockey players have a lot of fans on the road waiting for you,” she replies.

“We do, but I haven’t taken one up on an offer in a long time,” I admit because I am not thinking straight as she takes in my girth, taking me down to the bottom of her throat. “Fuck me.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do,” she responds.

I grip her hair and allow her to take me deep. She sucks and then swirls her tongue over my tip.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last,” I warn.