Page 88 of Hockey Player Seeking Fan

"If I were with you right now, I’d lick every single drop of moisture from between your legs. I know you’re wet right now. Are you wet?"

"Yes," I whisper. “Are you hard?”

“Harder than fucking concrete, baby girl.”

“Oh, fuck. What time is it?" he asks.

"Why?" I say.

"Because I’m wondering if I can come over there right now, fuck you senseless, and then get back in time to get to practice tomorrow morning and still feel like I’m invigorated and fresh."

"No, you don’t. And Wes is here, and Miles is with him, and they’re drinking beers, so I don’t think they’d like you slipping into their apartment to fuck their little sister. Especially because they don’t even know that we’re seeing each other.”

“We could tell them tonight.”

“I don’t think so. Plus, you have your match tomorrow.”

“My game, honey. It’s not soccer.”

“Sorry,” I say, laughing. “I got confused.”

“It’s okay. I don’t even care about that right now. All I care about is you. Touch your nipples for me.”

“What?”

“Flick those nipples for me. I know you like it.”

“Oh my gosh. Really?”

“Yeah, baby. I know what you like. Why do you think I’ve made you orgasm every single time, even without penetration?”

“Ooh, because you’re the master lover?”

“No, I wouldn’t say I’m a master lover, but I’m a master at making you come, baby.”

“Oh, your head is so big. Isn’t it, Tyler?”

“Right now? Yeah, it is. It’s pretty engorged.”

“That’s not the head I was talking about.”

“It’s the head I’m thinking with right now, baby. Fuck. I’d love to slip into that tight, wet pussy right now. I’d love to—" He groaned. "Are you touching yourself?"

"Yes," I say, moaning slightly.

"Imagine it’s my fingers," he says. "Imagine it’s me touching you, feeling you, bringing you to the brink. Fuck. Talk dirty to me."

"What do you want me to say?"

"Anything. I’m touching myself right now. Imagine it’s your fingers."

"I’d slide them up and down your girth. Your cock is getting harder and harder, and it’s turning me on so much. I’m going to lower my mouth and lick the tip and taste that saltiness. And then I’m going to let you fuck my mouth. I’m going to open my throat so wide that you can go as deep as possible, and I’m going to bob my head, and my breasts are going to bounce back and forth, and you’re going to grab my ass and?—"

"Fuck yeah," he says, and I hear him grunting. "Oh, shit. Oh, fuck, yeah. You’ve got a dirty mouth on you, Erica."

"Yeah?"

"You think so?"