The Penalty Box (Vancouver Wolves Hockey #3)(69)

“Are you ready for your punishment?”

Why did this man’s over-the-top possessiveness make me weak in the knees? It was so caveman, it was laughable, but my body was already hot and ready to take whatever he wanted to give me.

“What are you suggesting?” My thighs pressed together in eager anticipation of what was to come.

“I want you to come sit on my cock.”





Chapter 22





MICA





I was hammered and horny as fuck. Charlie stood before me, naked and lush, and it took all my willpower to remain sitting on the bed. She didn’t move. She just stood there, staring at me. It drove me mad that fucking Andrew had bought her a necklace. I knew that had nothing to do with her; I knew it wasn’t her fault, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to possess her and remind her she belonged to me. Judging by the way her rib cage rose and fell, she wanted that reminder.

I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down, pulling out my rock-hard cock. I gave it a hard squeeze. Pre-cum dripped out of the tip, making it slippery. “You need a reminder about who you are married to.”

Her wide eyes watched my hand.

“Come here, Charlie.” My voice was calm and low, belying the deep ache in my body, hiding the need to drive myself into her depths.

She hesitantly moved to stand before me. Our eyes met. I reached a hand between her thighs, hiding my groan as I felt how slippery wet she was. She wanted this. As much as I did.

“Look at how wet you are,” I taunted. “Someone needs to get fucked.”

Her lips parted as my fingers slid over her clit before pushing into her tight channel. She moaned in response, her hand grabbing my arm to remain balanced.

“Climb onto my lap,” I demanded. I grabbed her wrist and held her as she climbed onto the bed and kneeled on either side of my legs, straddling me. My aching cock strained on my stomach.

This was not how I envisioned our first time, but I didn’t care. If I didn’t get my cock into her in the next five seconds, I might lose my mind. My hands moved to her ass, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. She was breathing hard, her fingers clutching at my shoulders.

“Do you think Andrew wants to fuck you?” I asked.

Her body stiffened. “No.”

“I think he does. I think he wants to have you for his own.”

She wordlessly shook her head, but her lips were parted slightly and her breath was coming in short little gasps. Using one hand, I fisted my cock, lining it up perfectly with her pussy, which was hovering slightly above it.

“I think you need to be fucked by your husband so you remember who you belong to.”

Her legs trembled hard.

I continued to tease her. “How long have you wanted this? You’ve wanted my cock between your legs for two long years.”

She bit her lip as she begged my name. “Mica.”

I put my arm around her waist and slowly pulled her down. Her eyes went wide, and the most wondrous look crossed her face as we made contact. The tip of my cock nudged her entrance. I yanked harder, pulling her down over my cock. She moaned hard, arching her back as I entered her.

Pure sensation flooded my body as her smooth hotness squeezed over my dick in a vise grip. She felt so good that I blanked out for a second. I was buried balls deep inside of her and I couldn’t remember the last time my body felt this good.

She gasped and opened her eyes. “You’re so big.”

I kissed her mouth. “Move for me. Fuck me.”

She moaned hard and shifted her hips. Holy fuck, that felt good. I bent down and pulled one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. She was making me crazy. “Fuck me. Show me you know you’re mine.”

She was awkward at first and unsure as she slowly experimented with moving on top of me, making me think she had never tried this position before. That thought made me hot. I felt myself grow bigger inside of her.

She paused, her eyes wide. “We need a condom.”

I was so drunk, and part of my brain knew how fucking stupid we were being, but there was no way I was letting her get off. “I’ll pull out.”

She started to grind her hips back and forth, to slide me in and out of her hot depths. God, she was so sweet, so perfect as she worked her body on mine. I’d had a lot of sex in my life, but nothing compared to this. This was next level. Her scent, the sound of her breath, the feeling of her hips moving, her tight, hot body clenching me. It felt like I’d never had sex before, that’s how good it felt.

I looked up at her. “You needed this. Your little pussy is so hungry for some cock.”

She moaned. Her chest was flushed and her nipples were hard pebbles. I reached up and pinched one of them hard, making her cry out.

“You like it when I tell you to get naked. You want to be told you’re going to get fucked, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, moving her hips faster. God, she was so wet, so hot, so tight.

“Are you going to remember that you’re my wife? And that this is the only cock you fuck?”

“Yes,” she sobbed.

Maybe it was the vodka, or because this was the first time I had ever fucked without a condom, but I was losing control. I could feel my balls tightening, and I knew I needed to make her come now.

I sucked on my finger moving it to her backside. She cried out as I slowly pushed my finger into her tight little rosebud hole. My other thumb found her clit. Her pace picked up, and her hips were loose as she worked herself over me.