Page 64 of Three Hockey Hotties

How the hell can I resist that?

Besides, I know that was difficult for Abby to say out loud. If I don’t follow through it will damage the trust I’m establishing with her.

I could never do that.

The guys will understand. If either of them were in this exact same situation they would fully fuck her.

“In front of the mirror?”

She sounds uncertain but excited at the same time.

“Yes. I want you to look at yourself. I want you to see that you deserve to get what you want. And I want you to keep telling me the whole time I’m fucking you what you want. Can you do that for me, Abby girl?”

She studies herself in the mirror. Almost immediately she straightens up, her shoulders going back, her sexy little tits rising high and firm as her posture improves. Her palms lift off the towel, her arms drifting to her sides. Goosebumps rise on her arms when I trace my fingers down them.

“Yes,” she says. “I can do that.”

“Good girl.”

Sweeping her hair back off of her shoulder, I lean in and trail kisses along her neck and collarbone. She shivers beneath my touch as I breathe in deeply her seductive strawberry scent.

I will never look at a strawberry the same way, that’s for damn sure.

Leisurely, I take my time running my lips over her bare flesh, waiting for her to tell me what she wants. What she needs.

I have nowhere to be and I am a patient guy.

I can enjoy just being close to her as long as it takes.

My palm flattens on her belly, and I brush my hand up and down ever so slightly, listening to her breathing. She rewards me by sucking in her breath when I get close to her sex but then shift away.

Glancing at her in the mirror, I see her watching not me, but my hand, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

“I want to see your big finger go inside my pussy,” she says abruptly.

Hell fucking yeah.

“Of course.”

I’m firmly up behind her with my arms wrapped around her as I use one hand to ease her apart.

“Can you see that? Can you see your pretty little wet cunt?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

With my other hand I drag the pad of my finger over her clit. “And do you see this little clit? How it’s so tight and ready?”

She nods.

“Does it ache, pretty girl? Does it need release?”

My own body aches so badly it’s like a drum pounding in my ear. But I’ll wait until she gives the word, even if it fucking kills me.

“My clit is too sensitive right now. Since you sucked on it. I don’t want you to touch it. I want your finger in me,” she says firmly.

She’s getting the hang of this. Her breathing has increased and her color is high. She lifts her gaze to lock eyes with me in the mirror and I see her confidence, her certainty in what she wants, and the pride displayed on her face that she was able to ask for it.

I kiss the side of her mouth. “That’s it. You’re doing such an amazing job.”