Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
"Jonas, please," she moans.
"Is this what you're begging for, angel?" I ask, slipping my hand between her plump cheeks to play with her tight little arsehole. She'll never admit it out loud, at least not to anyone but me, but she loves when she's stuffed full of me, my cock in one hole, my fingers, or a vibrator in the other. Nothing makes her come harder than having me everywhere.
I use her juices as lube, pressing my finger to the tight ring of muscle. She moans and presses back against me, letting me know I read her right. This is exactly what she was after.
"Yes!" she cries, rocking against me as I slip one finger inside, twisting and pushing, stretching her. "Oh, please."
I add a second finger.
She melts beneath me, sobbing in ecstasy.
"I gave you what you wanted, angel," I murmur. "Now it's your turn. Fuck yourself with my cock."
She leaps to obey, always so greedy and eager. Sex with her never gets boring. It's never anything less than fucking perfect. She still blows my damn mind every time I'm in her.
There isn't much we haven't done in the last seven years. I've had this woman every way there is to have a woman. We've fucked every way there is to fuck. I still can't wait to get home to do it again when we're in public. I still can't keep my hands to myself.
I don't know how I managed it that first year. It was the dumbest thing I've ever done...and I've done a lot of stupid shit. But she settles me. She makes me still. I don't need chaos and excitement and constant entertainment the way I did before her.
When she's in my arms, I'm at peace. Getting my head out of my ass and claiming her was the best decision I've ever made.
"Jonas," she chants, slamming herself back on my cock and then dragging herself forward only to do it again. Our bodies come together with a slap, skin striking skin, hard on soft.
I release my hold on her hip, slipping my hand between her legs to play with her clit.
She shouts my name, soaking my cock as she comes hard. I growl, my eyes rolling back in my head as her cunt grips my cock, and her ass pulses around my fingers.
Fuck me. She's so goddamn hot.
I grit my teeth, wringing out every last drop from her.
As soon as the last aftershock fades, I pull my hand from between her legs, slip my fingers from her ass, and flip her around. Her legs land over my shoulders.
Her cheeks are pink. Tendrils of her sweaty blonde hair stick to her cheeks. I lean down, pressing my lips to hers.
"I love you."
"Mm. I love you too."
I fuck her hard, pounding into her tight cunt until the cord snaps and we're both shouting into the room. I watch the pleasure take her, fascinated as ever by the way it consumes her. She burns bright as a star, too damn beautiful for words.
"Jonas," she whimpers, reaching out to me.
I roll us, dragging her on top of me as I take her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. She mewls into my mouth, sighing in contentment.
I hold her close as we both come down, just enjoying the peaceful moment. We don't have many of those, not with three little boys, a crazy ass goat, dogs, a cat, and our careers.
But that'll be changing soon. This is my last season in the NHL. I never intended to play for this long, but five years ago, Jamie was offered an iceside reporting position with the Penguins on a national network. With most of my teammates retired or retiring, I managed to get myself traded so we'd be in the same city. The trade came with a five-year contract.
It expires at the end of this season, and I'm hanging up my skates. I'm not sad about it. I want more time with my wife and my kids. They're more than enough to keep me occupied, especially our boys. All three of them are just fucking like me. Which is honestly a little terrifying.
I understand why my parents decided ranch life and hockey were the way to go. It kept my ass too busy to cause any major destruction. Our boys, though? Jesus Christ. They need my ass at home. The place might survive until they're ten that way.
"Come on," I murmur, scooping Jamie up so we can shower.
She groans in protest but wraps her arms around my neck. Her soft breath washes across the side of my face as she treats her head against my shoulder. "You're so mean to me. I don't want to shower. I want to sleep."
"You can sleep after I clean you up," I chuckle.
She pouts adorably.
I carry her into the en-suite bathroom and start the water, cuddling her in my arms while it heats.