Page 63 of Hockey Nanny

I clawed at his chest, his shoulders, the underside of the bench. Anything I could sink my nails into. Anything that would help me keep it together while he had his way with me. For someone who’d been holding back this long, he showed an impressive amount of patience. It was so fucking hot.

As he continued stroking me with his dick, my hips found the rhythm all on their own, rolling with his movements. The throbbing in my clit intensified, and my pussy clenched dangerously. Another stroke, his tip flicking over me, another stroke, again and again. My head thrashed from side to side, and I bit the inside of my lip to keep from crying out. I wasn’t bothered with being heard. Gage was right about the gym being a safe distance from everyone else. I just desperately needed to show him the same level of control.

He made it damn near impossible though.

“Have something to say?” Another stroke, flicking over me.

I shook my head, breath coming in hot, shallow pants.

“Well, I do.”

A small grunt broke from deep in his throat, but it didn’t change what he was doing to me. It did, however, make me feel alittle better to know he was exerting some effort to keep himself together.

He kissed the inside of my knee where it trembled beside his head. “I forgot to tell you…” Another stroke, the tip of his cock driving harder into my clit. “...You don’t get to come until I say so.”

“Wh— what?”

The stroking stopped. Now he put all his attention on my pulsing clit, swirling his tip around and around.

“You heard me.”

I clenched my teeth so hard it hurt, back arching off the bench as I tried to squeeze my legs closed. But Gage blocked the movement by simply leaning forward, his broad shoulders bracketing my knees apart. Just how he wanted me.

“I— I can’t.” Already, my climax pressed down on me, no longer a whisper or a distant promise. My entire body shook with it.

“You can. And you will.” He switched up again, slapping my pussy with his dick. The crude sting in my clit was scorching hot, and I squirmed for more.

Which is what he gave me.

A series of quick slaps, then he soothed it over with a long stroke of his shaft again.

“There you go,” he said. “See how well you’re doing?”

The sound I made fell somewhere between a moan and a pathetic whimper. I was his. And he knew it.

“Just a little longer, babe. Think you can hold on?”

Thinking was a luxury for people whose brains hadn’t been turned to fuck-sludge by insanely hot and commanding hockeyplayers with beautiful dicks. And as of a few minutes ago, I’d stopped being one of them.

The stroking stopped again, and I braced myself for that exquisite sting. But it didn’t come.

Gage had another switch in mind. He teased my entrance with his tip, barely pressing himself against the tight throbbing there before pulling back, only to do it all over again. On the third nudge, he slipped the head of his cock inside. And stopped.

“Easy… Breathe.”

The instruction was likely brought on by the way my pussy had instantly clamped around him, walls fluttering toward my inevitable annihilation. But he didn’t want me there, although it was where we were both heading. No, he wanted to fuck me slow and I wasn’t allowed to come until he told me to. So, I breathed.

The tension thrumming in my stomach barely eased, but it did help the painful ache in my pussy to recede a little. I took one more slow, deep breath, and let it out, my eyes finding his.

“There she is.” He pulled out, and gave me his tip again, repeating the movement once, twice.

“Oh, God. Please, Gage. I need to feel you. I want y—”

“Shhh.” He stilled my horny rambling by bringing his cock between my folds again. “You’ll feel me, babe. I promise. You’ll feel all of me.”

Then he was back at my entrance. Teasing. I could no longer control what my hips were doing, going all out in search of him. He’d said before that I’d be begging for it, and I figured if I maybe did more of that, he’d have pity on me and stick it in.

“Please… fuck me. I don’t want to wait anymore. Please, Gage. I want your dick in me.”