Page 49 of Slapshot Bride

She's light in my arms when I shift us, lay her back against the couch cushions and follow her down.

The t-shirt slips over her head, and when it does, her eyes immediately find mine.

She's not looking away.

She's watching my face, searching for my reaction, for whatever might be reflected in my expression.

My eyes trail her entire body, committing every curve to memory. A second later, my mouth is on her, lips latching onto one hard rosy bud of her nipples. I bite down gently, and swirl my tongue around it. Her back bows off the chair.

“Easy, sweetheart…” I pull away, smirking.

Her hand comes up to the back of my head and she pulls me down to her, and the sound she makes when my mouth finds her throat is one I'm going to think about for a long time.

She's undressing me. Hands at my shirt, hands at my sweats, her impatience finally outrunning her caution.

“You wore my shirt,” I murmur into her hair, dropping a kiss on her temple before sliding down her body.

“I… more…” She whines as my teeth find the waistband of her shorts. Yet, I move lower, and lick her where she needs me the most, through the visible wet spot.

“Easton…” she grabs a fistful of my hair, holding my face down.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Y-you…” she gasps, when I lick her again.

“Right here?” I pull up and smirk, staring into her dilated eyes.

“Y-yes. More…”

“You’re desperate for it, huh?”

She nods.

I pull away to tug off my briefs.

My hand palms my heavy cock, the tip leaking with precum, and I see Riley’s gaze. Her lips slightly parted, eyes darker with need. I fist it once, then twice.

Then I turn away from her to find a condom. I quickly fish one out of the drawer where I keep them, where they have been untouched for months, and I roll it on and she watches me with her lip caught between her teeth, and the trust on her face is going to wreck me later, I know it's going to wreck me.

Her shorts join the rest of the clothes on the floor.

I move back over her. She wraps her legs around my waist. The rest of the room disappears.

I line my cock to her dripping entrance, and move in slowly.

She gasps.

“You okay?”

“Mmhmm…” She nods.

“Sure?”

“Easton…”

I move, filling her in one smooth thrust. A moan falls from her lips, and her legs tighten around my waist. I lean over her, and press my lips to hers as I begin moving, rocking into her, while swallowing her cries of pleasure.

Her tight pussy wraps around my cock, fitting it like a glove. Like it was made for me.