Page 90 of Massacre Monday

“How-how can you talk like that while doing this? Oh, god…” she trails off with a moan.

“Lay back, baby. Let me fuck you in front of this room of horny guys…”

Her eyes widen before squeezing shut as I delve in deeper, the slaps of our skin echoing off the empty room walls.

“The fuck?” one of my teammates yells, and the conversation in the atmosphere dies for a moment. “You hear that?”

“I smell sex.” It’s Landon. Shit…

Pen sits back up and latches her hands onto me, trying to squirm away, but I grip her ass and hold her firmly to my chest. “You’re not going anywhere. I’m fucking my girl until I come inside you. They can watch me do it.”

She gasps, a whine sounding in her chest. “Ryan! They’re coming!”

“No, you’re coming… Come for me before they get in here and see you.”

Bare footsteps smack the tiles as they creep closer to the trainer area just behind one wall.

“Ryan!” Pen panics and scratches at my skin, but her pussy pulses on my throbbing length so rapidly, I know she’s about to detonate. When she does, I’ll follow.

“Show them what a cum slut you are for me, Pen. What a filthy, dirty girl you are. Coating my dick right here in front of an entire team of hockey players…”

She bites my shoulder and screams into it, her nails drawing blood on my back.

“You like to fuck in front of a bunch of sweaty men? Is that what gets you off? Well, they can watch as I own your pussy. It’smineand only mine.”

My cock swells and erupts as I still my hips, and she latches her feet around my ass, sucking me in. Both of us pant heavy breaths onto each other as I claim her lips with mine. Breaking the connection, I lift her chin and study her beauty in the dim light. “I’ll be the only one to ever be inside you. You understand me?”

She nods and kisses me again, looking like she’s drunk off our love. As her curves meld into me, I plunge my tongue beyond her plush lips, gathering every flavor of her I can to keep for later.

A sharp whistle makes us both straighten up. Lan walks around the corner and slow claps. “Nicely done. Look like a couple of rabid rabbits making babies.”

“One can hope.” I cast the words over my shoulder and block Pen with my full naked body. My deflating dick slowly retreats from her. “Now get the fuck out of here.”

Pen smiles and giggles, her cheeks flaming red as she tucks her chin down so the top of her head presses to my throat. She mumbles something, head shaking against me.

“What was that?”

“This was so embarrassing.”

I shrug. “I’ve seen him in much worse positions. Sorry, I just couldn’t wait until we got home.”

Stepping back, I grab my towel, then hold it up for her. “Here, get dressed behind this, and I’ll carry you back to the hallway. Then, I need to see the damage you and my family did to our apartment.”

One of her dark eyebrows raises. “You’ll like it.”

“I will?”

“Let me rephrase. You’lllike it, Ryan.” She says it like a threat, and as she slips by me, I swat her ass.

“If you keep that sass up, I’ll use the belt.”

She skirts to the doorway and turns back to me. “You promise?”

Fuck. I’m in so much trouble.

thirty-one

“It’s purple.”