Marek (Cold Fury Hockey #11)(44)

Gracen is the picture of wantonness when she spreads her legs and raises them. She’s still the hottest woman I’ve ever known.

The most sexually in tune with herself woman I’ve been with.

I lean over the table and place a palm by her rib cage.

With my other hand, I press the tip of my cock right between the swollen folds of her pussy, and the sensation causes me to hiss.

“Gracen,” I rasp out. “I can’t wait.”

Her response is to open her legs wider as she reaches up and pinches her nipples.

It’s more than I can take and I slam my way inside of her.

“Oh God,” Gracen yells out as I press my body down onto her, digging my elbows into the hardwood table. “I forgot how good you feel inside of me.”

I’m delirious with lust, and while my brain tells me to take things slow, my balls are bursting with the need to fill her up.

Gracen takes the choice out of my hands when her hands go into my hair and she talks dirty to me. “Fuck me hard, Marek. Make me come again.”

Jesus.

I stand and grab her hips, pulling her to the edge of the table. My hands go under her ass and I raise her up. Tilting my pelvis back, I let my cock slide out of her pussy until it almost slips free and then I slam back into her.

Gracen shrieks and demands, “Again.”

Fuck. Just fuck.

My fingers dig down into her ass muscles as I pull out and immediately punch my hips forward once again. Our skin slaps together and she orders me to do it again.

“You want me to fuck you hard?” I ask her through gritted teeth.

I don’t wait for her answer, but slam into her again and again. Gracen moans beautifully while my cock rams her.

“Harder, harder, harder,”

I give it to her harder.

“Deeper.”

I’m so fucking deep.

I reclaim that pussy as mine.

“Going to come again, baby,” she whispers to me, and it brings me right to the fucking precipice.

It’s not her tight cunt, or the way her tits jiggle as I fuck her. It’s not how wet she is or how good she feels against my cock.

It’s the way she just called me “baby” that has me seeing stars. My balls tighten and I lurch into her, trying to go impossibly deeper even though I’m burying myself to the root with every thrust.

Gracen screams, a tormented sound ripping out of her throat and her entire body shudders. Her pussy contracts around my cock, demanding my semen.

“Baby.”

I punch my hips hard, slamming into her one last time so hard it makes the sound of a thunderclap and I unload what seems like a never-ending stream of cum into her. The pleasure ripples up my spine and I groan out the only thing I can possibly think to say, “Gracie.”

My body falls on top of her. My chest presses to hers, and I can feel the reverberation of both our heartbeats.

Gracen lets out a sigh of contentment as her fingers stroke the back of my neck. I used to love just lying with her after we both came, letting my cock soften inside of her as we would become drowsy.

Man…those memories.

I stare down at Gracen. Her eyes are closed and there is a soft smile on her face. Her fingers move in lazy circles over the back of my neck down into my shoulders.

I know Gracen said that we would just get this out of our systems, but as I look down at her and feel my cock still nestled sweetly in her cunt, I know that one time is not going to do it for me. I slip my arms under her back and lift her from the table. She doesn’t protest, but instead locks her legs around my waist and wraps her arms around my neck.

Silently, I carry her back through the foyer, through the formal room, and into the master bedroom. She doesn’t say a word as I lay her on the bed.

Not a single thing is uttered between us as I peel off the rest of my clothes.

My cock is still half hard but nowhere near satisfied. I take it in hand and give it a few slow strokes before I raise a knee to the mattress. She scoots over to give me some room and turns on her side to watch me.

I kneel beside her, legs spread, and my palm stroking my dick lightly.

Gracen looks up to me, eyelids fluttering as she licks her lower lip. “I know what you want,” she says softly.

“What’s that?”

Her eyes drag down my body, where they lock onto my shaft, which is starting to lengthen under the weight her stare.

Another tiny lick to her lip.

“You want my mouth,” she says assuredly. Her gaze travels back up until she staring at me with a confidence that I always loved about her. “And I want to give it to you.”

I swell and harden until I’ve got all eight inches hovering right in front of her face. Yeah, I’m not sure two times is going to be enough to get this out of our systems.





Chapter 18


    Gracen


Marek’s breathing seems deep and steady, thus it’s a good time to make my escape. I’m embarrassed I’m still in his bed. Even more embarrassed that I’ve got my head on his chest and my arm wrapped around his waist. When the morning sunlight filtered in under his roman shades and woke me up, I’d silently berated myself for still being here.

This was supposed to be a one-night-only thing, fueled by drunken desires.

That did not mean cuddling in bed, and I sure as hell don’t want to face any wrath he might be feeling to find me here.