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“I need you, Raven.” He didn’t argue after that but kept his eyes on mine as he reached for the lube.

“I know, baby.” His gaze dropped to my lips, and he nudged my head forward, bringing them to his mouth. “If anything changes for you, you tell me straight away, yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” My voice was whiny and desperate—exactly how I felt.

Max hummed, bringing my face even closer so he could nip my bottom lip.

“Any discomfort you feel I need to know about, but I promise I’ll be careful with you, Princess.” I heard him squeeze some lube out of the bottle, only briefly wondering how he could with one hand still palming my nape. Then his cool fingertips trailed softly over my hole.

Everything was new and exciting, as if this was the first time we played.

“My precious princess.” His lips brushed against mine with every word he spoke. “I can’t wait to see how pretty you’ll look all needy and sobbing on my cock.”

“Fuck, Max,” I moaned and closed my eyes to focus on the pleasure he sparked in me.

“Let’s get you nice and open for me first.” He slipped a finger inside me. “God, Princess. You’re so tight. Being in you’s going to end me. Try to relax for me. That’s it,” he praised when I exhaled and my ass softened around his fingers.

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“Max, please. Give me more,” Arne groaned into our half kiss. I added another finger, watching his face like a hawk. Nothing but pleasure showed on it.

Lips open a bit, his breath rasping in and out of him, cheeks flushed, and hips timidly moving with my careful thrusts. I scissored my fingers, stretching him open. The need to be in him drove me out of my mind, but there was no way I’d forget myself and risk him being hurt.

Arne searched around for the lube.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to lube you up, for fuck’s sake. I can’t wait a minute longer.”

“Oh yes, you will.” I took the bottle before he could.

“Maaax,” he drawled, lips in a pout.

“I didn’t know my big, strong viking was such a brat,” I tutted. I squeezed lube straight on my dick, slathering it all over the aching length.

“Careful,” I warned him when he took hold of me, brought me to his hole and bore down. He whined again, struggling against my hold.

“Princess!”

Arne’s eyes snapped open, hazy with lust, making me suddenly aware of how fucking tight a grip he had on my cock.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” I murmured, pulling him in for a slow kiss and letting him sink down an inch. His dick twitched against my abs.

“God, Raven, you feel so fucking good.”

“You, too, Princess.” I stroked his tongue with mine, drinking down his moans. He moved on me, raising his ass up a bit and sinking down until his ass was flush with my groin.

He ground it against my hips, trying to find a rhythm that worked for him. I’d never had sex with another hockey player before. This beautiful man’s pure strength and stamina completely fucking blew my mind. Taking hold of my pecs, he rode me like a stubborn bull, inhuman snarls escaping both of us when my cock bumped into his spot and his ass clenched around me.

“God, I’m so bi, baby,” he moaned, throwing his head back and changing the angle.

Holy. Fucking. Shiiit.

“And I’m so close. Princess,” I hissed, my head digging into the pillow, trying to hold on somehow. “You look so pretty. Fuck!”

“Yes, Raven, breed my hole!” His own dirty talk took him over the edge. His body clenched around me, and he came all over my abs in long spurts. Shit! It was so much, as if he’d been holding out for weeks.