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neo

I have been totally distracted by the bomb that Coach mike dropped on me. Three NHL pro contract offers worth over ten million dollars a piece? Mine for the taking if I declare myself pro and drop out of college right now? The pressure to make the right decision is overwhelming and I’ve been ignoring calls from my father for the last week, making it obvious that Coach informed him that he’s already talked to me about the offers.

All of that stress falls away though when I’m inside of Violet though. Her pussy is my therapy and I could happily self medicate myself on this forever if she’d let me. The two of us are super in sync tonight. I need to feel control over at least one thing in my life and she needs to feel a total release of control.

This is her first time fucking me in my room, a choice we didn’t really have tonight, because Kennedy is home and she doesn’t want to upset her by having me over, whatever that means.

I sense that she’s nervous. There are hockey players in and out of the house, but it’s my job to make her feel so good that she’ll forget about all of that and not want to be anywhere else but here.

She’s wearing one of my gold jerseys with nothing else underneath, and I love how the color plays against her skin. I pull at the edge of it, bringing her toward my hungry face. I’m sitting on the floor, my back against the bed, and my head is in the perfect position — right at the apex of her thighs.

“Give me what’s mine, Grinch,” I growl.

She lifts the jersey a bit higher, so it sits right at her waist and I use my hands to palm her bare juicy ass and position her right where I want her.

“That’s nice,” I tell her. “Now twist the jersey in a knot, so it stays put.”

She does.

“Good girl. Now use your hands to spread your pussy apart for me and keep it that way. I shouldn’t have to do all the work.”

My playful words make her legs wobbly, and I give one of her ass cheeks a smack.

“Stand up tall.”

She locks in her knees.

“Now spread that pussy.”

She uses her fingers and gently pulls the lips of her pussy apart and I give her clit a gentle kiss.

“That’s it,” I coax her. “That’s exactly what I want.”

I rub gentle strokes along the backs of her thighs with my hands as I simultaneously tease her clit with my tongue. The goal for me is to see how fast I can make her come. It’s kind of what I live for these days.

She lets out a blissful squeal, almost falling into me as she rests her hands in my hair.

I smack her other cheek.

“Stand up, baby, or I’ll stop."

“Don’t stop,” she pleads.

I chuckle at her begging, but the sound is muffled by the inviting warmth between her thighs. My tongue finds her sensitive spots easily, and her taste fills my senses, throwing me into a state of primal desire. The gentle breeze coming from the open window of my room makes her shiver against me.

“Then act right,” I remind her, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass to keep her steady. Despite my dominating words and gestures, I can’t help but let the affection for her seep into them. Every movement is measured, every touch imbued with a kindness that I hope she recognizes.

She whimpers out an obedient ‘yes’, thighs quivering as she tries to hold herself upright. I run my hands soothingly along her legs, quieting her, shaking with firm but gentle strokes as I continue to lap at her. She writhes against me, trying to get more contact, and I oblige; pressing deeper, licking harder.

“Neo... Neo...” she whispers my name like a mantra and the sound sends shivers down my spine. It’s definitely my kryptonite when I hear her vocalize in this way, especially when it’s my name falling from her lips.

The little devil on my shoulder sometimes makes me question whether she’s said anyone else’s name like this. I want to hurt them if she has.

I stop eating her out for a moment and ask her what I’ve wanted to ask for the longest. “Have you broken up with him, Violet?”

“What?” she asks breathlessly.

“You heard me.”

I know his name but I don’t use it. A quick google search on her old Instagram posts told me everything I needed to know about him. I will not say it. She knows exactly who I’m talking about.

“Yes, we broke up.”

I smile. “And this pussy only belongs to me now?”

“It has always been waiting for you,” she says with sincerity and I almost come on myself.

I return to what I was doing with a vengeance.

Devouring her pussy with purpose.

Finally, she cries out, head thrown back in ecstasy as she comes undone at my ministrations. Her hands clench tight in my hair, but I don’t mind it–it’s as intense for me as it is for her.

As the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through her body, I pull back and wipe my mouth on the back of my hand before pulling Violet down onto my lap. She’s panting heavily, face flushed and dewy in the muted light of my room. Her hair is tousled attractively around her face, mused from how she kept tugging on it as she lost herself to the pleasure. I draw her close, hands roaming freely along her body as we bask in the afterglow.

“You okay, Grinch?” I ask softly, biting back a smirk at her dazed expression.

“All your fault… too good…” she breathlessly mutters, half rested against my chest.

“That’s what I aim for,” I reply with a self-satisfying grin. “But I’m not done.”

“You’re not?” she asks, an eagerness all over her face.

“No, baby.” I say, stroking myself beneath her. “Not by a long shot.”

She stares hungrily at my dick and I know my girl she wants to give me head in the worst way, but tonight is about my control and her surrender.

“Climb over me and onto the bed. All fours. Ass facing this direction.”

She does as directed and I stare for a moment at the sight before me.

So fucking beautiful.

I get on the bed and rest on my knees directly in front of her face.

“Eyes on my hands,” I tell her.

I open a condom packet and place the piece of rubber on the tip of my dick, but stop there.

“Roll the rest of it on me with your mouth, Violet.”

The feeling is exquisite as she figures out the best way to put on the condom without the use of her hands while also without hurting me.

“Take your time. Ahhh,” I hiss. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

After she’s finished, I make sure to tighten up her handiwork so we don’t have any unwanted babies and then I tell her to, “Turn around.”

Her arms are outstretched on the bed, head down, and her ass is up.

I slide my middle finger gently through her folds, appreciating just how wet she is for me. Hell, she’s going to need to be. This position is always a lot for her to handle. I’m a big boy.

I tap her pussy once with a loose open palm to let her know I’m about to start and she wiggles her ass in anticipation.

With one swift thrust, I enter her from behind and she cries out from the welcome intrusion.

“ Yesss , Neo!”

I pound her from behind with hard, punishing strokes not to ever hurt her but because she loves it this way, and I’m all about giving Violet whatever she needs whenever she needs it.

“What do you say when I give it to you like this?” I ask in a deep, commanding voice.

“Thank you, Neo,” she mews and her words of gratitude make my dick feel ten times larger than it is.

“That’s right.”

“Neo-”

“Yes, baby?” I ask playfully, feeling her orgasm bear down on her and me, trying to stave off my own.

“I’m coming.”

“Then play with your pussy and come hard for me,” I say gutturally.

The two of us come almost simultaneously.

“ Fuckkkkkk. ”

Like always, it’s fantastic.

After collapsing into the comforter of my bed, I scoop Violet up and hold her in my arms. Her fingers trace idle patterns on my bare chest as we sit there in silence. The world outside my bedroom door doesn’t exist right now–it’s just me and Violet; two bodies entwined in passion and shared affection.

“I know this all seems fast, Violet, but I love you,” I say softly into her ear, worried that my confession might be too much too soon.

“It’s definitely fast.” Her eyes are glassy as she stares back at me. “But I think I’m in love with you, too.”

I hold her closer.

It’s peaceful moments like this that make me forget about the overwhelming pressure of pro contracts, intrusive calls from my father, and plain old “adulting”.

But reality intrudes sooner than I want when the ring tone of my phone breaks the silence. I groan, reaching over to grab it off the bed, glancing at the caller ID. It’s dad. Again.

Violet pulls away slightly to look at me, her brown eyes questioning.

“It’s my dad.” I sigh, holding up the phone for her to see.

“Maybe you should take it….” She suggests hesitantly.

I frown at the screen before shaking my head. “Not right now…”

I toss it back on the bed, turning my attention back to Violet who looks at me sympathetically.

“Is something going on at home?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“You sure?”

I give her a long kiss, reminding her that she can always trust me.

“Positive,” I reassure her. “He can wait. Now get under these covers.”