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“Like what?” I ask.
“Well, first of all, I want to try my vibrator on you. I also have this cock ring I’ve been eyeing that I want to strap you in. Also, how do you feel about some light bondage?”
I chuckle. “Jesus, Ollie, I thought you were talking about like regular activities.”
“Are cock rings not regular activities?”
“No.” I laugh some more and then kiss her shoulder. “But I’m game for whatever you want.”
“Really?”
“Really. Just don’t hurt me. I still have to play hockey. If my balls are beaten up and bruised, I’m going to have a hell of a time skating.”
“I love your balls. I would never hurt them.”
“Well, that’s not something I’ve ever heard.”
“Because my predecessor didn’t know how to appreciate her man.” She kisses my chest and draws her hand down on my balls where she lightly cups them. I breathe out a deep sigh, so fucking content as she handles me. “Do you get waxed?”
“Yeah,” I answer.
“I thought so, I’ve never seen them hairless like that, and I feel like I couldn’t get enough of them in my mouth last night.”
“Yeah, I could tell.”
She scoops up some egg and then says, “Can I ask you something, and I’m not asking to get praise or anything like that, just genuinely curious?”
“Sure.”
“Well, Yonny never truly liked getting his dick sucked, and I don’t know why. He didn’t like sex that much in general, and I always thought that was weird. Do you think that has anything to do with my . . . rather aggressive technique?”
“Fuck . . . no,” I answer. “That was all on him. Baby, when I say you’re easily the best I’ve ever had, I mean that.”
She turns toward me. “Really?”
“Really.”
She twists so now she’s straddling me, and that’s when I realize she’s not wearing any underwear. I slip my hands under her shirt and then pull it all the way off her body and deposit it on the floor. I then take my already hard dick out of my briefs and whisper, “Fuck me.”
“I’ve been waiting,” she says right before she lifts up, poises my cock at her entrance, and slams down.
Christ . . .
She is absolute heaven.
ChapterTwenty-One
OLLIE
Ollie:I had a hell of a time covering up all your bite marks this morning.
Silas:Am I supposed to feel bad about that?
Ollie:A little sympathy would be nice.
Silas:Not sorry. Let everyone know who you belong to when they ask about them.
Ollie:I’m going to start nibbling your dick, so your teammates know who *you* belong to.
