Page 8 of Offside Possession

“How did I know that’s what you were going to say?” I shrugged and swallowed hard.

“You’re like a goddess, troublemaker.” Her eyes flared with confidence, those itty-bitty nerves now visibly gone.

“Then worship me,” she demanded, and I grinned.

“Your wish is my command.” I winked before picking her up and tossing her into the middle of my giant bed.

“Ah!” She laughed. Her body bounced once before I was pulling her by her ankles to the edge of the bed. I dropped down to my knees, pressing kisses to each of her inner thighs.

“You fucking smell incredible. Like fucking vanilla and⁠—“

“Pussy?”

“The best pussy,” I growled and meant it.

I dipped lower, breathing her in deeply before taking my first swipe of her essence. I groaned and dove in. I couldn’t get enough of her as I licked her from clit to asshole, not shying away from tasting every little bit of her. Her toes dug into my shoulders when my fingers slid into her tight heat. One at first. Then a second. Then a third.

“Fucking delicious,” I moaned. “So tight.” I curled a finger at the spongey spot inside of her, and her back arched off the mattress.

“Shit! Right there!” she cried out.

I loved how free she was. How uninhibited. Giving herself fully to me whether she knew it or not as she didn’t try to bite away a sound. And what sounds they were. I used to think the crowd cheering, yelling my name or my team’s name in the arena was my favorite sound in the world. I used to think the scent of fresh ice on the rink was my favorite scent, but she had changed it all. This tiny woman who was probably too young, too sweet and bubbly for an old guy like me, whose name I didn’t even know, had changed it all.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she panted. Her hands dug into my hair.

I could feel her walls start to tighten around my fingers. My tongue laved at her clit, swirling around and around. My jaw started to hurt, but I ignored it. She was so close, right on the precipice of her orgasm, and I was a fucking bastard because I pulled away, gently slipping my fingers out of her tight sheath.

“What? Why? I was right there!”

“I know.” I grinned. She glared at me while I licked my fingers; her taste only made me throb harder. “Did you know you get sweeter the closer you get to coming?” I asked, completely ready for her to blush or roll her eyes.

But my little troublemaker surprised me. She lifted her naked body, making her full tits bounce and jiggle with the movement.

“Show me.” She opened that pretty mouth of hers. I shook my head with a smirk.

I rose on my haunches and brought my fingers up to her mouth. She didn’t flinch or pull back like some other women would. No, my girl sucked on my fingers, those sea-glass-green eyes locked with mine as she pulled them deeper into her mouth, moaning salaciously before her eyes shut with pleasure.

“You like how you taste, troublemaker?” I rasped, my tone unrecognizable. She nodded but didn’t stop cleaning my fingers. “You like sucking my fingers, too, don’t you, sweetheart?” She opened her eyes, gaze flared to life.

“I got something else for you to suck on, baby,” I taunted, ready for her to deny me before I grabbed a condom and let her finally go for a ride.

But she didn’t.

My troublemaker scrambled off the mattress and kneeled down on the ground just as I stood. The sight of her ready and willing to suck me off had me dangerously close to coming like some teenage boy.

And she hadn’t even touched me.

“Please,” she whispered into the darkness of the room. I was kicking myself in the ass for not having turned the light on. The switch was less than six feet away, but even that was too fucking far for me in that moment. My Adam’s apple bobbed heavily as I jerked my head with a nod and those beautiful eyes of hers brightened.

“Spit on your hand,” I instructed. Her eyes widened, not with surprise or horror but with pure unadulterated excitement. She spit on her hand, and I nodded. “Now grab my dick. Hold it in your hand like a good girl.” She purred and did as she was told, wrapping her silky-smooth palm around me. I was so fucking hard, and her hand was so damn small, her fingers didn’t touch the base of me. The sight of it, the size difference between us, made my hands shake. I wasn’t going to last.

“Stroke me.” My voice cracked, but if she noticed, she didn’t say shit. Her hand started to shuttle up and down my shaft. “Just like that.” My tone dropped, and I had to lock my knees to stop them from buckling beneath me.

“Open you’re pretty, sassy mouth for me.” I liked control in the bedroom, but this was a new side to me, one I had a feeling was exclusive to her. Mine. This gorgeous troublemaker is all mine.

Her eyes twinkled as she did as she was told. “Good girl. Now kiss the tip,” I instructed, and she pressed that pretty, pink pout against the mushroom tip of my cock.

“Fuck, just like that. Now lick me,” I rasped. “Slowly.” I swallowed, the sensations too fucking good. My toes curled into the rug. “Like a lollipop, baby girl.”