Page 19 of Heartbreak Hockey

That’s never happened to me before. And I’ve done a lot more than a little spanking with men. Something about him made everything a turn-on like never before. It was like I’d been buying cheap gas station coffee all my life and had just had my first sip of the fine-roasted Italian stuff.

I played into it. “Yeah? You want my cock, baby?”

“So bad.Please.I’ve been so good all night.”

Jesus Christ. And he had. I didn’t fail to notice that he followed my instructions to the letter. One might say I’m obligated to deliver a reward, but I never promised that. Implied, sure, but I never promised to be fair.

Only, I wanted to see the pleasure on his face because I put it there. I wanted to see what he looked like when he came on the end of my giant dick. As if the thought manifested my desires, my dick caught his entrance and I sunk in enough to have the walls of his channel wrapped around my sensitive head. I experienced a shiver of my own as he bore down to suck me in further, his rectal muscles softly biting along the latex-clad shaft.

“Mmmm, Mercy,” he moaned.

“S’good, huh?” I think I said that to myself. I always enjoy sex; I don’t always enjoy the person. Sometimes they’re just a hole to get off in. But him? I watched his face for every response, actually giving a fuck if he liked what I did.

“Really fucking good,” he cried as I pushed further, fully seating myself inside. He smiled and there was definite relief playing there. No, not relief. It was mother fucking contentment. I know that’s what it was.

“Is on my cock where you belong?”

“Uh-huh. I feel so full.”

He blinked several times, his long eyelashes flickered against the glow of my bedside lamplight. I tucked an arm under his left knee and pressed it to his chest, planting my hand beside his right this time to give me leverage so I could literally fuck him into the mattress.

Once I was over top of him, it put me in prime position to eat his lips, which I sucked into my mouth and then licked before my tongue entered, found his, and melded with it. I kissed him long and slow—at first—inhaling the leather scent still clinging to his naked skin.

We were enveloped in familiarity and ironically the familiarity that’s supposed to be comfortable holds a sliver of eeriness when it’s between two strangers. Strangers aren’t supposed to feel comfortable. Like they belong together. Like they share a secret the rest of the world doesn’t know.

Something inside me snapped and I became feral. I kissed him as though I’d foundhim. Who’s him? Who knows. I’d never looked for anyone, but my sister—Bea—has been threatening me since I made my one-night-only rule that the right one would hit me in the face, and I’d want him to stay for more than a night. I think … he was in my bed, and I’d been starved of him for too many lifetimes.

I was actually fucking reconsidering my one-night-only rule for him.

I thrust hard, knowing I could. Knowing he wasn’t the kind to break easy. He had to weigh somewhere in the ballpark of two hundred-plus pounds.

I was half-crazed with the need to be closer to him, deeper within him. I would have to settle for bottoming out when my pelvis met his ass and the expression of utter bliss on his face when I nailed his prostate just right.

“M-Mercy. I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”

“Then come, buttercup.”

“N-No! Not yet,please.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You were begging me to—”

“I know, but … just, don’t end it yet.”

I assumed the kid was a full-fledged masochist, wanting to suffer through orgasm denial or some shit.

As you fucking wish, buttercup.

It was no hardship to keep going. My dick liked being inside his ass, and I liked being close to him. He was smooth inside and out. I made a dance out of plunging into him, speeding up and slowing down in time with his impending orgasm so that I didn’t—God forbid—make him come too soon.

How did I get myself into these situations?

Nibbling down his neck, I sucked and bit down in places, leaving my mark on him. One bite spurred the next. I let go of his leg for long enough to smack his ass a few times.

Ifeltit take hold of him rather than saw it … I knew his orgasm was upon him, but this time fuck his wanting to wait. Didn’t he know he was mine for the night? I intended to fuck whatever this feeling was out of us—because no way I was alone with all that fucking intensity—and it was going to take me a few times to accomplish that.

His back arched and it was at that point I grabbed hold of his dick, taking a quick second to swirl my finger around the sensitive head and stroke, moving the foreskin up and over before pushing it down and milking the cum from his cock as he tensed and then exploded with euphoria.

I stilled my thrusts, remaining tucked inside of him, so I could watch the pleasure abduct him for several thrilling seconds. A shudder crashed through him as he expelled the final bit of his load.