I had a game day ritual. I liked controlling what I could about the day when I knew the rest relied on me to put out the fires around me. The playoffs took on a completely different level of attention. The Sharks counted on me. The fans. The league. It was a hell of a lot to have on my shoulders. So if it took a fucking ritual or a voodoo dance, I was going to do it.
As I stretched my legs and opened my eyes, I knew that game day ritual was suddenly at risk. I was holding the most beautiful woman in the world. And she was naked.
I kissed her neck and watched her stir.
My hands roamed her body freely, waking her up gently. Tugging her nipples. Coasting over her navel. My fingers found their way between her folds, prying her apart so I could massage her clit. She wiggled her ass against my cock as I dipped my fingers inside her.
Her firm bare ass ground against my growing erection again and again.
I couldn’t tease her much longer. I needed to be buried inside of her.
I angled myself so I could slide between her silken folds. She whimpered when I pulled away.
Leaning forward, I placed my lips along the back of her shoulder blade as I pressed the tip of my cock at the entrance of her perfectly swollen pussy lips. She shoved against me impatiently taking more of me than I wanted to give her.
I clenched my teeth. It wasn’t enough.
I felt her breath starting to come in shorter, faster pulses as she arched against me trying to pull me into her. I moved my hips forward filling her with every inch of my hard cock.
“Oh shit,” she moaned against the pillow. Her nails dug into my thigh as drew me in, clenching and clasping, harder and faster against her.
I slammed into her. Fucking her as hard as I could, but it wasn’t good enough. I needed to be deeper. I reared back and flipped her up on her knees, head down against the mattress, arms pressed tight against the headboard and I positioned my cock where I wanted it.
I looked at this beautiful woman. The roundness of her ass. The curves of her hips. Her hair falling down around her and her glistening slice of heaven, desperate for me. Quivering. Wet. Mine.
“Oh, baby,” I whispered.
“Yes.”
I teased along her clit, up and down and then back to her opening, sliding in just enough to stretch her wider. Enough to make her moan.
“Do you understand what I’m getting ready to do?” I asked.
Her head bobbed on the pillow.
“Say it. Say you understand,” I commanded.
“I understand. Please fuck me, now.” She begged, her voice hoarse with need.
I pulled out of her until the tip of my dick was the only thing left inside of her and then grabbing hold of her hips I forced every inch of my dick into her. The only sound in the room was the sound of flesh against flesh as I slammed into her over and over again.
My balls slapped against her clit with each thrust, building her climax faster and faster until I knew she was on the verge of exploding. I didn’t want her to come yet. I wanted to make her work for it. I wanted to draw out the torturous play until she was so desperate with need that she couldn’t even beg anymore.
She growled as I pounded into her and it was the most fucking erotic sound I had ever heard in my life.
I’d always wanted to make her growl.
Always.
It took her a second to get the rhythm down and then she was grinding against me as I flexed my hips, pounding into her. I felt my orgasm building just as she cried out.
I had never witnessed a more beautiful sight than the one before me in this moment. If I had a camera I would capture a million photos and hang them across every surface of my home so that I could see her like this every second of every day. She was easily the most stunning creature ever created.
“Good girl.” I said, smacking her on her firm ass.
“Oh fuck me,” she whimpered as she jutted her ass up in the air for more.
“I’m not going to be easy this time, baby. If I hurt you, tell me to stop.”