Page 112 of Slap Shot Surprise
Lowering her eyes, she slid her lips down to her fingers, sheathing my cock completely. Moaning softly, she worked her mouth and her hands together in tandem, sucking and stroking me with tight, wet pulls that shot electrical pulses down my legs and up my spine. Heat swirled and gathered at the center of my body, and my muscles hummed like live wires. I was close, and if she kept going like that?—
“Mmmmm.” She took me from her mouth and licked the crown again. “I can taste you.”
My jaw tensed. “Fuck.”
She slipped me between her lips, dropping one hand and taking me all the way to the back of her throat. I cursed through gritted teeth again. My hands clenched in her hair, and she gasped.
I loosened my grip. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she panted, tilting her face up to me, that wicked little spark in her eye. “You know I like when you lose control. When you come hard for me.”
My dick throbbed in her hand, and I tightened my fist again in her hair. “It’s going to happen in your mouth if you don’t stop.”
She smiled seductively, and that fucking dimple nearly put me over the edge. “That’s right where I want it.” Lowering her head, she moved her lips and tongue up and down my cock, and I fought off the climax that hovered like a storm on the horizon, wanting to prolong the sweet agony of her mouth on me.
But before long, the furious, fiery tension buildingup in my body demanded release. With my hands grasping her head, my hips began to flex—quick, hard jabs that forced her to take me in deeper. She gasped and moaned, her breaths coming in choked little pants, but she didn’t ease up or push back. Grabbing my ass, she dug her fingers into my flesh as I fucked her perfect wet mouth faster and faster, my body growing tighter and tighter, until suddenly the orgasm erupted within me and I groaned loud and long, coming down her throat in hot, streaming bursts without even giving a warning.
Falling backward, she gasped for air and wiped her mouth.
Hitching my pants up, I dropped to my knees again in front of her. My heart was still pounding. “Jesus. I’m sorry.”
She paused with the back of her hand against her lips. “You are?”
“Well, no. That was fucking amazing.” I slid my hands up her thighs. “I just hope I wasn’t too rough.”
“You were rough. But I liked it. I wanted it.”
“Was it the shoes?”
She laughed, tousling my hair. “No. It was not the shoes. It was just you.”
“Good.”
“So do you really want to sleep out here on the couch?”
“No. I was just trying to respect the rules.”
Her eyes widened. “We are so bad at that.”
“I feel like we should get a pass on Christmas, you know?”
“Definitely. So in the spirit of Christmas, would you like to sleep in my bed?”
I rose to my feet and offered her a hand. “Yes, I would. After all, I’m a special-occasion cuddler, and Jesus’s birthday is a very special occasion.”
Placing her hand in mine, she laughed as she stood up and adjusted her dress. All day long, I’d been admiring the way it coated her curves like a second skin, exaggerating the changes to her body. Changes I liked. Changes that were beautiful. Changes that meant my son was growing bigger and stronger because she was taking such good care of him.
As she walked away from the couch, I caught her from behind and buried my face in her neck, my arms cradling her belly.
She giggled. “Joe, we didn’t even make it to the bedroom yet.”
“I know. I just really love the way you feel.”
Falling silent, she let me hold her.
It hit me how hard it was going to be to leave her tomorrow.
TWENTY-TWO
