My greedy pussy tries sucking him in, but he holds back, reminding me who’s in charge here.
“Kodie, please. Fuck me, please,” I whimper, beyond desperate to feel him stretching me open, ruining me for any other man on the planet.
He chuckles, but there’s very little humor in his expression.
Reaching up, I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and drag him down to me.
I’m under no illusion that I can physically force him to move anywhere, the man is a beast, but he humors me, his nose brushing mine tenderly.
“Please,” I whisper, my body trembling with need.
“Fuck, as if I can say no to you.”
His lips slam down on mine at the same time his hips punch forward, filling me in one swift move.
I cry out in surprise as my body fights to adjust to him.
He holds himself inside me, giving me a chance to get used to the invasion before it all becomes too much.
“I’m okay. You can move now, please.”
He licks deep into my mouth as he rests on one forearm so he can grasp my hip with his other, keeping us anchored together.
Slowly at first, he moves, small thrusts that make me shudder with need, but after a few moments, he begins to drag his dick all the way out before pushing back in.
“Goddamn, you feel better than I remember,” he groans, his forehead resting against mine as he sucks in greedy breaths, our eyes locked on each other.
I’ve been with a few guys before, but I have never felt anything like this.
This kind of intimacy is on a whole different scale.
My body continues to tremble as he moves inside, but he never picks up pace. He never actually fucks me.
Does that mean he’s making…
Nope. Not going there.
He’s just tired. He flew home in the middle of the night, and this is all he’s got.
It’s bullshit.
He’s a professional hockey player. We all know they have stamina in spades.
He’s doing this on purpose. He’s building me up and breaking me down all at the same time because this is what he wants.
Oh god.
Emotion burns up the back the back of my throat, making my nose itch and my eyes burn.
Fuck. Do not cry while he’s inside you, Casey.
You’ll scare him off.
Sliding my hands back into his thick curls, I search out his lips, needing as much distraction as I can get.
He kisses me back just as eagerly as he lifts my ass from the bed, allowing him to hit me deeper.
“Oh shit,” I gasp into his kiss.
