The Penalty Box (Vancouver Wolves Hockey #3)(53)

I lifted my head, looking at her face, wanting to watch as I moved my fingers to her sweet entrance, rimming her. Her hips rocked slightly, her body seeking. I made fast work of pushing down her panties before tossing them aside. Now she was naked and open to me.

I pushed two fingers inside of her and groaned at the feeling of her softness, wishing it was my cock penetrating her core.

She gasped my name.

Mine. With my fingers deep inside her, she was now mine. I thrust my fingers into her, like I would my cock. Plundering her softness, fucking her relentlessly, loving how she braced her feet, arched her back and took everything I gave.

“Mica,” she cried out, her head rolling from side to side.

She was so wet. So soft, so perfect.

My voice was low as I teased her with my dirty words. “You feel my fingers? They are inside you. Fucking your hot little pussy.”

Her breath was coming out of her in short little gasps.

“You like that, don’t you? You like it when my fingers are between your legs, buried deep inside of you. You know why?”

She tossed her head, not answering.

“It’s because when you open yourself up like this, you know I’m in charge. I’m in control. And you need that, don’t you? You want that.”

I pulled my fingers out, and she groaned long and hard in protest. Her hips lifted, seeking my hand. I toyed with her clit, playing with her, loving how her body reacted to my touch, hips thrusting towards my hand, begging me with her movements for more.

“Who’s in charge, Charlie?”

“You are,” she gasped.

“Do you like it when I am in control of your body?”

“God, yes.”

I circled her opening, teasing her. She was panting now. Her fingers curled around the sheets. Through her tank top, I sucked on her nipple with strength, seeking the point where pain met pleasure.

“Do you want me to fuck you with two fingers or three?”

She swallowed convulsively. “Three.”

“You sure you can handle that?”

“Yes.” Her voice was a harsh rasp.

I slid my fingers back down to her entrance. My mouth found hers. I spoke against her lips. “Hard or soft?”

Without letting her answer, I thrust three fingers inside her. The sweetest cry escaped her mouth. I fucked her with my hand, pumping my fingers in and out of her. Her hips rolled and met each thrust with a rhythmic motion.

“Tomorrow, when our eyes meet, we are both going to know that you opened your legs to me, that your pussy was wet and hot and you couldn’t get enough of me fucking you with my hand.”

She whimpered.

“And we’re both going to know that you want me to fuck you.” I moved my fingers faster, pumping into her soft feminine depths.

“Oh God,” she cried.

“Say it. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.” My fingers, wet with her desire, mimicked what my cock wanted to do.

“Say it, Charlie,” I demanded.

“I want you to fuck me,” she begged.

“Promise me that tomorrow, when you catch me looking at you, you will think of how you came so hard over my fingers.”

She lifted her head, looking down at my hand, watching as my fingers moved into her body. Her voice was weak. “I promise.”

I buried my fingers and then curled them until I found her g-spot. I stroked it, knowing she was close. Her entire body arched at my touch.

“Who’s in control of you, Charlie?”

“You are,” she panted.

“Say my name.”

“You’re in control, Mica.”

My name sounded so sweet on her lips.

“Good girl.” I expertly pushed her over the edge and watched in wonder as she came apart. Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth was open slightly and her entire body stiffened and arched while her pulsing, throbbing pussy spasmed around my fingers. It clenched my fingers hard as her orgasm rolled through her. I spread my fingers wider and continued to stroke her inner spot, watching as a second, more intense orgasm rolled over her first one.

She whimpered while her orgasm stole her breath and overtook every muscle in her body.

“Want another one?” I leaned forward and kissed her mouth.

“No,” she begged. “I can’t.”

“I think you can.” I began to stroke her g-spot and pressed my thumb against her clit while my final finger pushed against her other hole.

“You’re mine,” I told her. “You’re my wife, and this body is mine.”

She gave a muffled scream as a third, violent orgasm slammed into her. Her entire body came off the bed except for her heels and her shoulders. I milked that orgasm until she collapsed back onto the bed and her hands were trying to pull mine away.

I held my fingers deep inside of her, not wanting to miss one second of her inner walls shuddering and clenching my fingers.

She was panting hard, her eyes wide on my face. I felt a primal victory, like I had won a prize.

I pressed my mouth onto hers as I slowly pulled my fingers out of her. She cried out and then curled her shaking body into mine. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her as post-orgasmic tremors jerked through her. I buried my face into her neck, loving her scent, loving how she felt against me.

“This is just the beginning,” I promised her as I kissed the rapid pulse in her neck.