BLAZE: Enemies to Lovers College Hockey Romance by Eddie Cleveland (ebook reader macos .txt) 📕

spot, but I like figuring it out with her. I must be doing something right because she lays back, and her body relaxes as I learn to read her hips. Licking her clit soft and slow at first, I suck on it a couple times, and she rolls her arm over her mouth to muffle her cry.

My finger slides in her easily. She’s fucking wet, still, she feels too tight to take another one. That’s going to be a problem. I roll my tongue over her clit and pull it up with my lips, sucking it. Prissy whimpers, lifting her hips from the bed as she threads her fingers through my hair. Seems like a pretty good indication I should keep doing that. I slide another finger inside her, and she pulses around me in little trembles at first, but it quickens. Her hips rock, and her grip on my hair tightens as her pussy squeezes against my fingers.

“Oh my God!” she cries out.

It’s loud. It’s loud for Hector House, let alone the monastery. She rolls her head back and forth on the pillow and bites the heel of her hand, moaning.

“Oh my God.” This time is more hushed. Prissy melts on the bed like she’s surrendering her life force into the mattress. I know I’ve got the same smug look on my face as I do when I one-up her, but this is different. It feels better.

“That was… fuck.” She starts laughing and covers her face with both hands. I move up so I’m next to her on the bed, and she wipes tears from her eyes.

“Are you crying?” I stand up and look down at her face.

“No, no. I’m not.” She shakes her head. “That was just… it felt…” She drifts off.

“Good?” I hope to fill in the blank.

“No, I mean, yes.” She immediately corrects herself before the arrow has a chance to sink into my gut. “It was good. It was powerful. I want to make you feel that way.” She meets my eyes and bites her lip, reaching for the fly on my jeans and pulls it down slowly. “Oh,” she breathes with surprise, looking down at the outline pressed skintight into my underwear.

She flattens her palm against it, and I join her on the bed, kissing her neck as she explores the ridge of my cock. Prissy pulls away from me and starts moving down my body until she’s straddling my lower legs, and her face is hovering over my cock.

Prissy pulls the waistband of my jeans and my underwear down together, and her eyes open wider when my cock bursts out like the fucking Kool-Aid man. I get my clothes all off, and she kneels between my legs, dropping her head until she’s face down, ass up with her lips hovering over my cock.

“I wish we could fuck too, but I don’t have any condoms.”

She wraps her hand around the base of my shaft and slides her lips over the tip, and, “Fuck.” The word slides out of my mouth.

I watch her ass sway side to side as her lips slide further down me. Every time she swallows, it’s like a warm squeeze that just makes me think about her tight pussy and how much I want to fuck her. Prissy jerks her hand up my cock and pulls back up, teasing the tip before she starts swallowing it back down.

There’s something primal that makes my cock surge and my nostrils flare. It’s almost an obsession coursing through my veins. Like an animal instinct, I need to fuck her. I need to feel her pussy tighten around my cock. I need to feel me sunk deep inside her when I cum. I guess I’ve got the first unicorn for the army, because I’m ending a blow job.

“I’ve got condoms. I need to fuck you.”

“Condoms? Of course you have more than one.” She gives me an exaggerated eye roll. “Grab one.” She moves back, and I hop out of bed, picking up my pants from the floor. I pull out one of the golden foil packets inside the black leather and then toss my wallet on the bedside table. I roll the condom on my cock, and Prissy watches, her eyes completely glued to my ass.

“See something you like?”

“I see a whole lot of something I like.” She lifts her eyebrows and shamelessly stares.

“My hockey butt? It’s not just for show. It makes you faster, play hockey better and” - I get back on the bed next to her - “fuck all night long.”

“Oh really,” she murmurs, lying back.

“You’ll see. I’m gonna make you a believer.”

I lock an elbow into the mattress on each side of her, holding her beneath me. Prissy lifts her hips as I slide the tip of my cock against her. She’s so fucking wet for me, my cock easily slides in. I fill her until my balls feel the heat of her pussy over them. She rolls her head back and looks up at me. I curl down until my lips meet hers. Prissy squeezes around my cock, and I thrust into her nice and slow, but slow doesn’t stop the buildup.

It hits me fast and out of nowhere, like an involuntary cock sneeze. I fucking cum so fast I don’t even get to enjoy it.

“What the fuck,” I mumble to myself, but Prissy hears me.

“What? Did you… Was that…” She looks up at me like she’s searching for a truth she’s not sure she wants to hear.

It’s a truth I’m having a hard time believing myself. I’ve never cum that quick in my life. Not even jerking off. I slide out of bed, pulling the condom off my fucking faulty cock.

“Now I’ve gotta change my name and move to Mexico.” I’m not even half kidding, but Prissy laughs like it’s the funniest thing she’s heard.

“It happens to a lot of guys,” she starts, sitting up in her bed.

“No.” I shut it down. I don’t want her making excuses for