Page 145 of The Wildest One

I repositioned us, now holding her with both arms, and once she was settled, she began to bounce, each bob sending me deeper into her cunt.

“That feels so good,” she exhaled.

This felt better than fucking good.

This felt incredible.

Because with each plunge, she was becoming narrower. All that did was add more friction. And all that did was make my orgasm build.

“Harder.” I gave her ass a slap. “Come on. Fucking ride me, baby.”

She listened.

She gave.

And when I back and thrust forward, she took it.

“Hell yes,” I roared.

But if we kept up this pace, I was going to come, and she was too, and I didn’t want that to happen yet.

“Let’s go for a skate.”

Her eyes flicked open, her hands pushing my face back so she could get a better look at me. “Now? Like this?”

“Just like this.”

My back was facing the rink, so I turned us around and began to glide across the surface of the ice, holding her weight with my arms, using each push off to drive into her. A few quick glances gave me my location. But I didn’t really need it. I knew the rink, the distance between each net, how many sweeps of my skates it took to get from one to the other.

“You’re going faster,” she gasped. “Beck!”

I didn’t know if she was talking about my speed or the way I was fucking her—but both were true.

I slowed as I neared the opposite end, circling the net, my skates crossing over each other before I could build up momentum and charge toward the center.

“Fuck me, Jolie!”

There was so much movement.

Pressure.

She was gripping my shoulders as I rocked her up and down, and she was exhaling across my face each time I was fully inside her.

There was something so goddamn exhilarating about this.

“Baby!” I bent my knees a little and stroked upward, knowing that arch was hitting her G-spot, fully expecting her reaction when she let out a scream. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Yesss.” Her nails bit into me like teeth. “More!”

I was taking another lap, nearing the opponent’s bench, speeding past it, but as I approached our bench, something about it enticed me. I squeezed my fingers into her ass to ensure she was secure, and as I got a little closer, to the spot where I wanted us, I turned one skate, and I made a hockey stop—a quick, immediate halt that sent ice shooting into the air.

“Shit!” she screamed. “Beck, what the hell?!”

“Sorry, I should have warned you.”

I chuckled as I set her on the edge of the half wall that separated our bench from the rink. Once she was balanced on top, I could lean her back and use my momentum to drive into her. So, I unraveled her legs from around me, bending her knees and setting her feet against the lip of the wall.

Before I thrust back into her, I took a second to glance down her body.