Page 85 of Three Hockey Hotties

Dash gently deposits her in front of my bedroom door. He kisses the top of her head. “Have fun.”

He gives me a head nod and as he moves past us I can see there is a damp spot on the back of his jacket where Abby’s pussy was pressed against him.

“Damn, girl, you soaked Dash’s jacket too,” I tell her. “You really need to get fucked, don’t you?”

She bites her bottom lip. “So hard.”

“You’re in luck then.” I lift her up under her ass, facing me, and walk her into my room. I kick the door shut and turn on a lamp that’s on my dresser.

Carrying her to my bed, which is unmade, because I’m lazy that way, I set her down on the edge. “I want to give you everything you want.”

She’s grappling with my jeans, undoing them. “I want to ride you.”

I had a plan to go slow, to eat her pussy, to explore her slowly and intimately.

But this works too.

I shuck my jeans off and take her hand as I climb on the bed and go flat on my back. “Kiss me.”

She straddles me, and does just that, leaning forward to put her mouth on mine in a wild, frantic kiss. Her hair tumbles all around me as she pulls back and partially sits up.

If I thought the view of her earlier was incredible, this is perfection.

This is my religion.

Looking up and seeing her pupils dilated, her cheeks and chest pink with desire, her lips plump and her breasts high, her nipples tight behind my number, I know that I’ll spend the rest of my life loving this woman.

She’s teasing herself against my cock, up and down, rubbing until I’m gritting my teeth and straining to hold back.

“What would make you happy right now?” she asks. “How can I please you?”

“Just be you.” I grip her hips and shift her slightly, so my cock is pressing against her tight entrance. “And get on me right now before I fucking pass out. You’re edging the absolute fuck out of me, Lollipop.” My voice sounds like it belongs to someone else. Growly and pained.

“Oh! Sorry!”

Abby spreads her thighs and drops herself down onto my cock.

We both groan in mutual ecstasy.

“That’s it, so good,” I pant. “You’re so good.”

Abby bounces up and down on me in a way that makes my mouth go dry and my words evaporate. Her rhythm isn’t quite right as she tries to lift herself up and down because she’s so clearly on the edge of an orgasm, chasing it frantically. She’s giving little desperate pants, palms on my chest.

I know what she needs.

Gripping her hips, I take over, thrusting so deep up inside of her I swear I see stars.

Abby moans in approval.

I set a hard, pounding rhythm, lifting up my hips while simultaneously grinding her down onto my cock.

Everything around us disappears. It’s her, me, our bodies colliding.

This is a moment I’ll remember forever.

“You like that?” I ask. “You like riding my cock?”

“I don’t like it. I love it,” she breathes.