wrapping
though, I want to keep it.”
In two strides she was
in his arms again and his lips were claiming hers. Candy moaned
into his mouth as one hand slid down his taut abdominals. “I’ve
wanted to do this for hours,” she murmured, laving her way across
his broad chest. Her other hand continued its path down and slipped
inside the waistband of his jeans. She wrapped her fingers around
his hard cock. “Swear to god, you could use this thing as your
hockey stick,” she mumbled. “Show me some stick work.”
Nolan made a sound
halfway between a moan and a groan. “For fucks sake, Candy. Don’t
say shit like that. Especially not around the guys when you meet
them.”
“Please. Like they
haven’t seen that in the locker room.” Her grip tightened
around him. “I’ve always wondered, do guys in locker rooms sneak
peeks at each other’s equipment. Do Rangers in locker rooms?”
“Don’t be thinking
about Rangers in locker rooms.”
“I’m thinking about
one Ranger in the locker room.” Candy bit her lip. “I think about
him quite a lot. In fact, do you think you could get me Henrik
Lundqvist’s number? I’d like to talk to him about his hockey
st—”
Her words were cut off
when Nolan nipped her lip, then tilted her head back for a deeper
kiss. Candy sighed into his mouth. Her clever fingers unzipped his
fly then she pulled his hard length out of the opening and sank to
her knees. Nolan hadn’t expected the move and his fingers dug into
her hair, pulling it tightly against her scalp. His cock, as though
it had a will of its own, bobbed towards her cherry pink lips.
Candy kissed the tip
then wrapped both hands along the length and laved the plane of his
cockhead. Broad strokes, as though she was licking an ice
cream.
Nolan cursed.
Candy stopped for a
moment to look up at him, then asked quietly, “Jersey on or
off?”
“ On ,” was his
hoarse answer.
Candy smiled and went
back to work. She teased his cockhead for long minutes with slow,
thorough laps, until Nolan, voice guttural, snarled something about
the penalty box, and held her head gently but firmly, as he pushed
his cock between her lips and slid home.
Nolan almost gave
thanks when he thrust deep inside the wet depths of Candy’s mouth
for the first time. Heaven. Nirvana. Shangri Li. They had nothing
on Candy Divine. He tilted her head back so he could see her face.
Her eyes were closed in bliss. She was generous. Let him lead as he
gently fucked her mouth.
His hips jerked when
her soft hands fondled the base of his cock, then trailed under to
massage his balls. She increased the pressure of her suction and he
thought the top of his head would blow off. He wanted to slide deep
down her throat but he had to decide if that’s where he wanted to
be when he came — cause he sure as hell wouldn’t be able to not
come once he got there — or in wet silken depths.
When Candy started to
take him deeper, Nolan stopped her. “Pussy,” he growled.
“ Now .”
Candy pulled back and
panted up at him, soft lips slick and glistening. Her tongue traced
them as though searching for his taste. Then she languidly turned
away. Got down on her hands and knees, raised her sweet ass up
towards him, and sent him an inviting look over her shoulder.
Nolan groaned and fell
to his knees behind her. He shoved the jersey up to reveal the
slender elegance of her spine then took her hips in his hands to
line his cock up with her entrance. Candy sank down on her forearms
and tilted her ass higher.
Nolan pushed forward,
penetrating her slowly.
Candy gasped.
“ Nolan .”
“Sweetest thing I’ve
ever seen, Candy.” He watched as his cock slowly disappeared, until
he was hilted inside her. “Can you feel me. Feel how deep I am?” he
asked, before sliding out. Candy’s hands clenched in the white fur
and as Nolan slid back inside she arched to meet him.
“Good girl. Just like
that, Candy.” Nolan’s hands slipped around in front, wrapped
though, I want to keep it.”
In two strides she was
in his arms again and his lips were claiming hers. Candy moaned
into his mouth as one hand slid down his taut abdominals. “I’ve
wanted to do this for hours,” she murmured, laving her way across
his broad chest. Her other hand continued its path down and slipped
inside the waistband of his jeans. She wrapped her fingers around
his hard cock. “Swear to god, you could use this thing as your
hockey stick,” she mumbled. “Show me some stick work.”
Nolan made a sound
halfway between a moan and a groan. “For fucks sake, Candy. Don’t
say shit like that. Especially not around the guys when you meet
them.”
“Please. Like they
haven’t seen that in the locker room.” Her grip tightened
around him. “I’ve always wondered, do guys in locker rooms sneak
peeks at each other’s equipment. Do Rangers in locker rooms?”
“Don’t be thinking
about Rangers in locker rooms.”
“I’m thinking about
one Ranger in the locker room.” Candy bit her lip. “I think about
him quite a lot. In fact, do you think you could get me Henrik
Lundqvist’s number? I’d like to talk to him about his hockey
st—”
Her words were cut off
when Nolan nipped her lip, then tilted her head back for a deeper
kiss. Candy sighed into his mouth. Her clever fingers unzipped his
fly then she pulled his hard length out of the opening and sank to
her knees. Nolan hadn’t expected the move and his fingers dug into
her hair, pulling it tightly against her scalp. His cock, as though
it had a will of its own, bobbed towards her cherry pink lips.
Candy kissed the tip
then wrapped both hands along the length and laved the plane of his
cockhead. Broad strokes, as though she was licking an ice
cream.
Nolan cursed.
Candy stopped for a
moment to look up at him, then asked quietly, “Jersey on or
off?”
“ On ,” was his
hoarse answer.
Candy smiled and went
back to work. She teased his cockhead for long minutes with slow,
thorough laps, until Nolan, voice guttural, snarled something about
the penalty box, and held her head gently but firmly, as he pushed
his cock between her lips and slid home.
Nolan almost gave
thanks when he thrust deep inside the wet depths of Candy’s mouth
for the first time. Heaven. Nirvana. Shangri Li. They had nothing
on Candy Divine. He tilted her head back so he could see her face.
Her eyes were closed in bliss. She was generous. Let him lead as he
gently fucked her mouth.
His hips jerked when
her soft hands fondled the base of his cock, then trailed under to
massage his balls. She increased the pressure of her suction and he
thought the top of his head would blow off. He wanted to slide deep
down her throat but he had to decide if that’s where he wanted to
be when he came — cause he sure as hell wouldn’t be able to not
come once he got there — or in wet silken depths.
When Candy started to
take him deeper, Nolan stopped her. “Pussy,” he growled.
“ Now .”
Candy pulled back and
panted up at him, soft lips slick and glistening. Her tongue traced
them as though searching for his taste. Then she languidly turned
away. Got down on her hands and knees, raised her sweet ass up
towards him, and sent him an inviting look over her shoulder.
Nolan groaned and fell
to his knees behind her. He shoved the jersey up to reveal the
slender elegance of her spine then took her hips in his hands to
line his cock up with her entrance. Candy sank down on her forearms
and tilted her ass higher.
Nolan pushed forward,
penetrating her slowly.
Candy gasped.
“ Nolan .”
“Sweetest thing I’ve
ever seen, Candy.” He watched as his cock slowly disappeared, until
he was hilted inside her. “Can you feel me. Feel how deep I am?” he
asked, before sliding out. Candy’s hands clenched in the white fur
and as Nolan slid back inside she arched to meet him.
“Good girl. Just like
that, Candy.” Nolan’s hands slipped around in front, wrapped
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