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maggie

W ell fuck me sideways with a pineapple.

I don’t know what the hell is happening, but this damn goalie is everything I ever wished for in my life.

He’s ripped as hell. He has full sleeves of tattoos down both arms, and several others including a giant wolf and a crescent moon with a star over his heart.

He’s an amazing kisser and he’s taking every bit of my snarky, demanding attitude in stride.

He let me come on his face for fuck’s sake!

A shiver runs down my spine as my heart races.

Something feels different with him. More real. What the hell is happening here?

He has two fingers inside me, teasing my walls, while his thumb rubs circles on my clit with the precision of a neurosurgeon. He’s got me so close again, I’m about to lose it.

He pulls away and my stomach clenches in a brief moment of panic at the emptiness of him backing off. I’m not ready for this night to be over.

“Wait…come back. You can’t just leave me here! I was so close,” I huff out, my lips pushing out with an exaggerated pout.

“Patience, lisichka . I need to get a condom out of my wallet. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not nearly done with you yet,” he says, sorting through the piles of fabric to find his pants.

“Why do you keep calling me Lateesha?”

Vladi lets out a deep, boisterous laugh. God, that is a sexy sound.

“It’s lisichka .”

“What does it mean?”

“It means...” he pauses, his eyes narrowing with a hint of hesitation as he walks back toward the bed. “It means…now that I’ve got you nice and stretched out, you’re going to fucking come on my cock.”

Dear lord, this man. “Where the hell did you come from?”

“Minnesota, by way of Russia.”

I can’t help the rolling laughter that escapes me.

His serious tone in that hot-as-hell Russian accent when he’s trying to make a joke, or being serious and it comes across like a joke, is hilarious.

God, he keeps getting better . I swallow hard, my chest heaving with anticipation as he rolls the condom over his gigantic hard-on.

I didn’t know they made dicks that big. He climbs onto the bed, his hungry gaze locked on mine.

God, he’s gonna tear up my cunt and I can’t wait.

He leans over to suck on my nipple, and holy shit that feels amazing.

He bites down with just a bit of force, my body bowing off the bed at the sting.

“Vladi…fuck!” I cry out at the sting of his teeth on my skin.

“Are you okay?” He looks at me with the slightest tinge of worry that he crossed a line.

Newsflash…he didn’t.

I place my hands on either side of his head, moving him back toward my tits. “Do it again.”

He looks up, flashing a wicked grin as he moves to the other side to do the same. He pulls away, and I freeze, not sure where I want him. I want him on my tits. I want him inside me. I want him on top of me. I want him everywhere all at once .

He rubs his cock up and down my pussy, a groan rumbling through his chest. “You are so wet for me. So ready for this,” he growls, slowly pressing himself inside me.

“Holy shit! Goddammit, that is…you are huge,” I cry out as he lets out another growling laugh.

“You’ve barely taken an inch. You sure you can handle this?”

I raise my brows, blinking at him as I tilt my head. “Who said anything about not handling this? Put your goddamn cock in me. Do your fucking worst.”

This is the second time I’ve seen this man’s restraint leave his body like he’s just had an exorcism performed and any hope of him holding back vanishes in an instant.

I want him like this always. My heart races as he fully unleashes on me, thrusting inside me as if he is indeed his namesake wolf.

This is really satisfying some fantasies from my werewolf romance books.

I scream as he pounds into me, not gentle in the least. He’s not going easy on me.

I grit my teeth at the sting of him inside, but he doesn’t let up.

Good. I want this. I need this. I need to drown in the pain of today.

I don’t need some limp dick pussy of a man fucking me.

I need it hard and rough. Brutal and unforgiving. And that’s exactly what he’s doing.

His hips meet mine with bruising force as he slams into me fast and deep.

His thumb rubs circles around my aching clit, electricity jolting through me at his touch.

More. His dick hits a spot inside me, one I didn’t know was possible for anything but my fingers or my toys to hit, and goddammit I’m about to lose it.

“Come for me, lisichka . Come undone. Let me ruin you for anyone else. Then you’re going to get on all fours, and I’m going to fuck this ass until I come inside you.”

My eyes roll back and I come unglued. Warmth fills my core as I come, shaking like an earthquake followed by aftershocks as he thrusts one final time.

As he pulls out, I flop on the bed feeling like a jellyfish, unsure if I will ever be able to move again.

I think I need some electrolytes. I roll over onto my side, needing a break from this fuckfest.

“I don’t think so, Little Red Riding Hood. I’m not done with you yet.”

“You just railed me into next week. What more could you want?”

“I haven’t had this ass yet, or your tits, and I’m not going to be satisfied until I do.”

I smile at his hunger. “I suppose I can rally.” I crack an eye open. “Do you ever tire? Or can you go all night?”

“The goalie is the only player on the ice for the entire sixty minutes. Everyone else gets a rest. Except for me. So, can I go all night? You bet your ass I can. At least for three, twenty-minute periods.”

I huff out a laugh, the only kind I have the energy for at this point. “I guess I never thought about it like that.”

“No thinking. More fucking. Turn around. On all fours. Ass in the air.”

“Damn, you’re bossy.”

“You like it.”

“Never said I didn’t.”

A wry smile tugs at his lips, shadowed by a flicker of hesitation. “Maggie…I didn’t ask if this was okay, but you will tell me if anything isn’t. Yes?”

I pause, warmth flooding my chest from the contrast between his gentlemanly nature and the filthy things he wants to do with me.

“Vladi, I appreciate the concern, but if you haven’t figured out by now, I don’t have many limits.

Just don’t slap me across the face and you’ll be fine. Everything else is fair game.”

He looks at me with concern, and a hint of rage, as if he’s figured out someone has slapped me without my consent.

This is not the moment to rehash that fun little gem in the Maggie James timeline.

Although the thought of him being all ‘touch her and die’ is definitely getting me worked up for another round.

“I’m fine. That’s a story for another day. Right now, just fuck me in the ass. There’s lube in the nightstand drawer. I love some ass play, but that Pringles can between your legs might need a little bit of help.”

My trauma humor once again makes him chuckle, successfully avoiding that topic for now.

As broody as he is I guarantee he’s got some demons in that head of his too, but tonight’s not the time for any of that.

No childhood trauma. No work shit or past relationships.

Tonight…tonight I just want to feel good.