Stand and Defend (Lakes Hockey, #4)

by Sloane St. James

Then, like a fucking pornstar, she wriggles her head side to side as she forces more down. I thrust inside and push forward, grunting. “Tap the floor if it’s too much.” As her face pinkens into a purple, my erection throbs harder. A tear slips below the blindfold, and I melt at the image of this sweet girl being so depraved and loving every second. I slide out and slam back inside. Her pussy pulses, the orgasm building and building. I stare in awe as I fuck her with long strokes. Another tear rolls down, and I grab her hair and pull. She’s making me a little nervous. “Slap the floor when you need a breath,” I remind her. “You're too precious to let suffocate.” It’s no use, Jordan’s sacrificing her oxygen for her climax. So fucking sexy. She whimpers from the back of her throat. “Fuck, you’re close.” She’s impossibly tight. If I pulled out, I’m not sure I could get back in. With one hand fisting her messy hair, my other slaps her ass, and her back arches. Damn. Her hand strikes the floor. I yank her back to give her air, and she comes. “Deep breath for me, Jordan. Deep breath⁠—” She gasps. “That’s my girl,” I praise, kissing her shoulder. She’s a slice of fucking heaven as she constricts around me. She coughs, splutters, and makes the sexiest sounds, the redness fading from her face. With a runny nose, drool leaks from the side of her mouth. Daddy’s little princess is a mess. I peel off the necktie and clean her up with it.