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Page 96 of Penalty Shot

“Want to taste the chocolate chip cookie next?” she says with a twinkle in her eye.

I chuckle and sit back, looking past the window at planes marching along the tarmac. The sky is clear and blue in a way that is so rare in the Northwest, it makes me pause.

I can’t help picturing Elise at Garry Point on a day like this. The wind would taste a tad salty, not from the water so much as from the whiff of fish and shrimp and crab hauled in from the Pacific Ocean. She’d be flying a kite or throwing stones in the water like I did when I was kid.

And then, out of nowhere, the scene shows a kid. A girl that’s a tiny version of Elise with thick dark hair and the cutest nose and the sweetest smile.

“Are you OK?” she asks, concern in her eyes. “You look dazed. Or really hungry. They’re serving sandwiches, too.”

It’s not that kind of food I need. I kiss her again and when I pull away, my lips graze her ear. “I need you closer, Elise. Much closer.”

Color flushes her face as Elise licks her bottom lip and touches her chest where nipples have puckered.

“Can you show me where the bathroom is?” she whispers. That is all the confirmation I need.

We walk past the food displays and full-service bar, cross the line of booths, and enter a hallway. Instead of dividing the washrooms by gender, the hallway has ten wooden doors with the latch indicating its vacant or occupied status.

Elise enters the one unoccupied bathroom. There’s a woman with a baby behind me so when the next room opens, I let her go ahead.

“I’m here waiting for my girlfriend,” I declare like an idiot although no one was asking.

Once the hallway is empty, I wiggle the latch of Elise’s bathroom. She quickly opens up and pulls me in.

We’re on each other frantically, my cock as hard as steel when she palms my groin. I’m too worked up to be slow. I lower myself and tug down her underwear which I pocket in my jeans. Elise pulls her dress up so her sweet pussy is fully exposed.

My hands cup her ass and tilt her hips at the perfect angle to have the dessert I’m craving. Her fingers scrape at my hair and her back arches when my tongue thoroughly explores her pussy. Elise makes sexy meowling sounds as I lap up her arousal. She moans when my tongue circles her clit.

“Need you to be quiet, baby. Take my tongue without making a noise and I’ll let you come on my cock.”

She whimpers and says, “Yes, I-I can b-be quiet.”

Her body, however, speaks volumes as it grinds into my face. Her legs have climbed over my shoulders, so my face is buried in her center. I consume her arousal until I feel her body stiffen. It’s Elise’s telltale sign that a climax is near.

“On my cock, Elise. You come on my cock.”

I disentangle us and stand. I pull down my jeans and hike up her body so her legs clamp around me. Plunging in a smooth motion, I have to shut my eyes tight to focus on her pleasure instead of chasing down mine. I’m tempted to pound into her channel while she convulses.

“You feel so fucking good, just like that. Been needing you so bad.”

I shift our position so I can lean my back against the wall and slide down with my legs bent. My hands encircle her waist to keep her at the perfect place. “Ride me.”

She looks confused for a moment since the only thing connected to the wall is my upper back. I hardly notice the strain because all I feel is her tight, smooth pussy choking my dick.

“Ride me,” I grunt. “Say it.”

“Ye-yes, sir,” she whispers and begins to rock like she’s riding a horse.

The head of my cock knocks that perfect spot that makes her shiver and moan. The friction builds as her legs stretch wide. She’s fully impaled and grinding on my groin, tits bouncing and ponytail crooked.

When her mouth opens in a silent scream, my cock gets impossibly thicker.

“Randall, Randall,” she chants as her walls tug at my shaft.

I’m unraveling. There’s no way to hold back. Her throbbing heat strangles my hard ridge. My cock surges as a climax rips through me in powerful pulses.

When our bodies disentangle, Elise looks at the mirror and gasps with disbelief.

“I can’t believe we did that.”