Mister Hockey (Hellions Angels #1)(31)

“Yeah.” She twisted, rolling over, rising up so she sat on him, ready to ride. Good lord, he was beautiful. Marvelously made and all for her taking. “Something you’re making feel pretty darn amazing.”

“Fuck, girl.” His hands grabbed her hips, dragged her down deeper. “How is your pussy such a perfect fit?”

“I was made for you.” She panted, breasts bouncing as she slammed her shoulder blades together, raised her hands to the back of her head. His smoldering gaze drenched her pussy as she rolled her hips. The sound of smacking flesh and uneven breaths filled the room.

She was getting the chance to ride Jed West, and such an event meant two things:

One: She wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a week.

Two: She wanted to leave his world rocked.

Oh, hell yeah, she did. Someday, when his memories drifted to the one woman who blew his mind, ruined him for all others, she was bound and determined that it would be her name on his lips.

But despite her resolve, her attention to detail wavered. Too hard to remain focused when every inch of her body, down to a cellular level, seethed with hot, blissful fire. She struck against him, flint to his steel, flame to his kindling. Even as she rode ever harder, it became more and more obvious that he never intended to be a passive stallion. His powerful hips pumped and rolled, and at this angle he sank deeper and deeper, the sweet pierce of his cock so thickly overwhelming that it almost made her pussy quake from pain, except for the fact that it never left the side of pleasure.

He grunted, palming her breasts, her nipples puckering against the rough calluses on his palms. With an urgent jerk, he rose up, nuzzling her cleavage, sucking in her aching tips with such beautifully tortuous pulses as invisible flames began to lick at her core. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.

At the first sign of her inner contractions, he halted his sweet assault, grabbing her ass, his fingers squeezing in a warning. “Not yet, Vixen.” He tilted back his neck, the corded muscle in his neck straining. “Not. Fucking. Yet.”

She fashioned her mouth in a pout. “Why?”

“Because you’re going to wait until I say so,” he grated as if this was a common statement of fact, like naming the capital of Rhode Island or the second column on the periodic table. This alpha dirty talk got her in the game. Front and center. White heat scorched her spine. She took and took and took, until her skin was too sensitive, her need cutting like a blade. This feeling was going to devour her, swallow her whole. And at last, finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much. Too him. Too them. Too damn perfect. She practically purred.

A surge of intense warmth filled her as he reached up with one of his big hands to cup her jaw. She jerked her chin down, took the tip of his thumb into her mouth, sucked it hard.

“Now.” His groan came from deep in his throat. His eyes burned. “I want you. I want all of you.” Each word was punctuated by an urgent thrust. The headboard knocked the wall.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, pulsing deep between her legs. “Jed.”

“That’s right, tell me who’s giving it to you,” he ground out.

“Jed.” She gasped, angling her hips. It didn’t seem possible and yet, nothing had been truer in her entire life. “Jed.”

“Spread those legs wider, give it all to me. You hear that sound, you hear how soaked you are?”

“Take it,” she cried out. “Take everything, just don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping.” He circled his pelvis over her clit until she writhed. “You were made for me, made for me to fuck you good.”

“Yes. The best.” Her entire body went taut, the powerful muscles in his chest bunching. In another few seconds she’d snap into a million pieces, never to be put back together. “Oh God, faster. Please.”

He buried himself to the root, his balls slamming the bottom of her pussy, his rhythm getting as ragged and wild as her breath. “Tonight I own this sweet pussy.”

“It’s yours,” she gasped as he found her mouth, slanting his lips to hers. She moaned as his tongue stroked over her teeth to tangle with hers. The peak made her dizzy. She couldn’t hold on. His powerful thrust gave way to uncontrolled bucking and she gave in, falling.

“That’s right, take it.” He strained, bearing down, filling her to the brim. His chest heaved. His jaw clenched. “Take everything I’m giving.” He was at his end and she was there, ready.

Afterward, they collapsed against each other, sweat slick and panting. He opened his arms and she burrowed in, giving his pec a teasing bite, right over the heart and murmured, “That was amazing.”

“No.” He stared at her with wonder as his arm snaked around her waist. “You’re what’s amazing, Breezy Angel.”





Chapter Twelve




Sunlight warmed Jed’s cheek, slowly returning him to consciousness. What the hell time was it? He never slept in. He opened his eyes and jolted. Two wide silver-blue eyes stared inches from his own.

“This a habit of yours?” he asked in a sleep-husky voice, scrubbing his face. “Early morning spying?”

“From what I’ve observed, you’re a fascinating sleeper.” Breezy grinned, rising onto one elbow. “First off, you get this little twitch right here.” She pointed at a spot next to his left eye. “And second, you’re a total pillow hugger.”