She whines, trying to move even more. “Please Asher.”
“I told you I wasn’t going to be nice.”
She groans, and I tighten my grip on her throat, cutting off the noise so it turns into more of a squeak.
“Or gentle.”
I pull back again, thrusting forward while keeping a solid grip on her throat. Watching the way her chest bounces each time our hips collide. Seeing her like this, feeling her around me, underneath me, I follow through on my word as I fuck her, almost brutally.
“Look at you taking my cock like this, like it was fucking made for you,” I grind out.
Rae tries to meet my thrusts, but I’m holding her down hard enough she can hardly move. Her throat vibrates with a moan against my palm. I bring my free hand to her clit to rub the sensitive bud while keeping up the rough thrusts into her.
“This what you wanted? Did you want to be fucked and used like a toy?”
She moans, nodding and tightening even more around me. She’s close, I can feel the muscles in her legs start to shake. Her wetness soaking my cock and running down my thighs.
“You like that? Are you going to come all over me? Show me how such a dirty desperate slut likes to be fucked?”
“Oh myGod,”Rae moans while her orgasm consumes her. Ikeep touching her and talking her through the release while she shakes and convulses.
I’m holding on by a thread, the way she squeezes me, my own orgasm is impending, but I want to prolong this as long as possible.
Once Rae’s muscles relax, I feel like I can’t hold back anymore. I pull out of her, groaning as my entire body tightens. I let go of her to wrap my fist around myself, pumping my dick several times before I’m moaning with release. Ropes of cum coat her skin. I watch as it covers her stomach, slipping down toward her pussy.
While I’m catching my breath, I look up to see her on her elbows, looking down at herself where my cum is. I expect her to freak out, jump up to clean herself up. But instead, she swipes her finger through it. Then, brings that finger up to her mouth and sucks it between her lips.
I groan, my dick jumping, already wanting to get inside her again.
“Still think I’m a good girl?” she taunts.
I huff, a small smile spreading on my face. “You are, but I don’t think it’s a bad thing.”
CHAPTER 24
Grayson
Iskate over to the side of the practice rink, trying to catch my breath while grabbing my water bottle and squirting it into my mouth. There’s something about drills that feel so much harder than playing an actual game. I think it’s because the adrenaline in a real game overtakes everything else.
Coach Mitchell is tough, which we all knew when he got hired, but we’re all feeling it now. Even with a strong start to the season, he doesn’t want us to get comfortable and slack off. I appreciate his tough style, he’s great, but sometimes he reminds me of my dad when he coached my youth team.
“Wheeler,” Coach calls out, and I set the water bottle down, turning to skate back out to the center ice. “This too tough for you?”
I shake my head. “No, Coach, just needed some water.”
He huffs, but that’s all he’s going to say. Sometimes I wonder if coaches have higher expectations for me because of who my dad and uncle are. Two of the best players in Denver Dragon’s history, and then there’s me. I’m good, I know that, but I don’t think I’m to their level and when I really get in my head, I don’t know if I ever will be.
When practice is over, we all goback to the locker room. I glance at my phone, hoping for a text from Rae, but seeing one from my dad instead.
Dad
Come over soon, your mom misses you.
Grayson
You don’t have to use her as an excuse, I know you’re the one that misses me.
Dad