“Fuck, Casey. Your pussy is fucking heaven.”
I keep up my punishing pace, my grip on her hair getting tighter and tighter as her muscles contract around me.
“Come for me, Casey. Let me feel how addicted you are to my dick.”
She cries out an unintelligible response as her release hits her.
Her pussy clamps down on me so hard, her muscles rippling in the most delicious way, that it takes every ounce of my restraint not to fall with her.
I need to feel this over and over before I finally give in. I want to prove to her that she made the right decision, forgiving me. That she’s making the right choice by making me a part of her life, by making me hers, and allowing me to make her mine in return.
I fuck her slower through her release, allowing her to fall forward as she gasps for air and her body comes back to her. But the second she’s done, my tempo increases again.
“Oh god,” she whimpers.
I chuckle. “Have you forgotten already? Fifty-Five, remember?”
“So fucking cocky.”
“Would you expect anything else? I’m a hockey player, remember.”
She laughs, and it makes her muscles tighten again.
“Fuck, baby. Keep that up and I’m not going to deliver on my promise,” I warn.
“Your promise?”
I smirk because I never actually told her.
“I scored three tonight, Trouble.”
“Riiight,” she muses, predicting where this is going.
“I score three, you get three orgasms before I get off,” I explain.
“What about if you score six?”
“Then you get six.”
“You’re meant to be celebrating, not torturing yourself.”
“Fucking you is far from torture, baby. Watching you come is one of my favorite things to do. I’d watch it all night if I could.”
“I think you might kill me,” she teases.
“You can take it. I’m not losing you again.”
“Thank fuck for that. I didn’t cope very well without you.”
“Me either, baby. But tonight, we’re celebrating, not looking back.”
“CASEY,” I roar as my release rips through me a while later.
After I confessed my plan, I’m pretty sure Casey did everything in her power to hold her next two releases as long as possible.
In reality, not much time has passed, but my balls are convinced it’s been at least three hours.
I fall forward, squashing her exhausted, tiny body on the couch. I try to keep most of my weight off her, but it’s easier said than done.
