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THIRTY-SEVEN

Beck

“ W hat do you say, baby? Are you going to give me your pussy while we’re on this ice?”

As I stared at Jolie, waiting for her to respond, I was positive I’d never wanted anything as badly as I wanted her right now.

Having her here, in my arms, in this rink—it was making my dick throb in a way I couldn’t control.

She was making me ache.

Pulse.

My thoughts were consumed with only one thing: pounding her cunt until we were both screaming.

All premeditated, of course. I had known she would be working late, and we’d be the only ones here at this hour.

So, the entire drive to the arena, I had been teased with the idea of what I could do to her on this ice.

Each red light goading me, fucking jerking my cock, my mind a wild mix of what I wanted and what she would give me.

With my arm positioned under her ass, my other hand on her face, she began to wiggle. At first, I thought she was trying to get me to put her down. Then I realized she was lifting her dress, moving it in a way to invite me in.

My girl was giving me everything I wanted.

And the look in her eyes told me that everything I was feeling, she was feeling too.

“Are you wearing panties?”

I knew her pussy was wet. Her smile told me that. The way her lips didn’t close, but stayed open, and she panted through them. How her pupils were dilated.

“Don’t I always?”

My hand left her face and slid down her chest, my thumb grazing her nipple, and I maneuvered my way under her dress until my fingertips met silk. With one hard pull, I had them ripped off and shoved into the pocket of my sweatshirt.

“You know, you could have just moved them to the side.” The way she shook her head told me she’d expected nothing less out of me.

“I could have.” Like a yo-yo, my hand was pulled right back to her pussy, tracing the outside, giving her a bit of the teasing I’d experienced during my commute. “But this was more fun.”

“ Mmm .” Her eyes closed. Her fingers sank into the whiskers of my beard, and when that wasn’t enough, they went to my head and began to pull those strands. “Beck …”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

I traced my finger down her clit. Her wetness reached all the way to the top, getting thicker as I lowered to the base of her pussy. But I couldn’t taunt that spot like I could with the rest of her.

Because it fucking owned me.

Because I needed it.

Because she needed it.

And as my finger slowly circled and dipped, her pussy took me right in.

All the way in.

Slick against my skin, contracting around me.

“Fuck!”

“Yes,” I groaned. “I can feel how much you want my dick.”

Her palms went to the sides of my face, locking our gazes as she begged, “Give it to me. Please.”

“You want it, then you take it.” I sucked the desire off her bottom lip. “Pull my dick out and put it inside you.”

There was no hesitation. Not even a one-second stall before she slid beneath the fabric at my waist, fisted my crown, and aimed me toward her. A slight shift of her hips, and my tip was in.

Just that little bit, and a burst of heat came over my body.

A wave of warmth that jolted me awake.

A tightness that was strong enough to send me to my knees.

A level of wetness that reconfirmed what I’d already known.

This woman was going to be my fucking wife.

“Ah!” Her head banged the glass, the same noise that was made during a game, a sound I was as familiar with as her moans. And a movement she had done on purpose, her body’s way of reacting to pleasure. “My God, you have the most perfect dick.”

“And it’s all yours.”

She placed her thumb across the center of my lips. “I want more.”

“Take it.”

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.

Jesus Christ.

This was all one big fucking dream.

My gorgeous Jolie.

Her bare, beautiful pussy.

While I was surrounded by hockey.

“I love you,” I whispered against her mouth while I stroked into her.

I held her face while I kissed her. I wasn’t gentle.

Not with her tongue, not with her lips, roughing up the sides of her mouth with the edges of my beard.

And as I pummeled her cunt, her breathing getting heavier, her pussy contracting around me, my hand trickled down her body, stopping at each nipple to give them a squeeze through her bra.

“Agh!” She was sucking in air every time she released it. “More!”

Her sounds were only getting louder.

Because she knew I was on my way to her clit.

And she knew within a few seconds of me touching it, she was going to come.

“Fuck.” I couldn’t handle the way she was milking me, demanding the cum from me. “I can feel how close you’re getting.”

When she put her hands on my abs, her eyes locked with mine.

Her mouth parted.

But that didn’t last because her teeth found her bottom lip; she bit down, and she didn’t let it go. Within a few strokes, that was all it took; she was screaming, “I’m going to come!”

Fuck, I was too.

My balls were already tightening, tingles flickering—I’d just been holding them off, waiting for her to join me.

“I cannot fucking wait to come inside you.”

Her hand lowered, her fingers closing in around the base of my cock, and they stayed like that for a few drives before she moved to my sac, palming them, tickling them. The words, “Oh my God,” rumbling through her throat.

I massaged her clit, rubbing circles over it, swiping from every direction. And it was that fast movement, combined with some hard, relentless fucking, that sent my girl over the edge.

“Ah!” She inhaled, the air quivering through her lungs. “Fuck me!”

As I watched her shudder, my orgasm was coming in right behind her. I reared back and bucked forward, each plunge sending my cum deeper into her pussy.

“Jolie!” Even though my body was a battle of sensitivity, my power increased, and my speed picked up. “Hell yes!”

Her hands slid toward my chest and held the sides of my face, pulling me to her mouth. The moment our lips touched, I emptied the rest of myself inside her, my body overtaken with spasms, matching hers.

We screamed together.

We clutched each other.

And when we moved past our peak and we were ready for stillness, I killed the pace just like it was a hockey stop.

“My God.” Her lips hovered over mine. “I did not think I was going to love ice sex.”

I smiled. I couldn’t fucking help it. “And now?”

“I’ve been converted.”

I nuzzled my lips against her cheek. “You know what you’re also going to love?”

“What?”

I rubbed my thumb over her mouth, dragging it across her bottom lip since that was my favorite. “When I eat your pussy in the shower of our locker room.”