Marek (Cold Fury Hockey #11)(76)

So I attacked her clit, this time with my mouth, while my fingers worked at her slippery pussy. She fucking tasted amazing and the sounds I pulled out of her were even better.

Before I could get her off a second time, she pushed me away and demanded I get on my back. Within moments she had my cock sheathed with a condom and was riding me hard.

And as much as I know it’s going to feel spectacular when I blow my load, I don’t want it to come—no pun intended—from her efforts.

Not this time, anyway.

I want to be the one to make her come a second time, and the way she’s bouncing on my dick with her fingers furiously rubbing herself between her legs, while hot as fuck, takes away my power and control.

The muscles in my arms, chest, and back contract hard as I lift her off me. I ignore her hollow cry of surprise, followed by a whine because I took that orgasm away from her, and flip her onto her stomach. My hand dives between her legs and I give her two fingers.

Christ, she’s so fucking wet and responsive.

Moving into place and covering her from behind, I pull her up to her hands and knees before thrusting back inside of her. Brooke screams at the invasion, my cock burrowing in deep as fuck. She arches her back, tossing her head, and that soft hair I’ve been itching to fist floats across her back.

She moves slightly and one shoulder drops. Brooke gasps and I lean slightly to the left, not for one second forsaking the pounding I’m giving her.

“Uh-uh-uh,” I gently chastise her before giving her a sharp slap to her ass. “Get your fingers away from that sweet clit.”

She groans and drops her hand so it flattens out on the mattress. Her immediate submission to my demand causes my balls to tighten and I wonder what else I can get away with. Bringing my hands to her hips, I start riding her rough. She throws an arm out, palm now splayed on her headboard as she braces against me.

“I’m so close,” she pants.

“Give it to me, Brooke,” I mutter as I lean over her, bringing a hand to the headboard. I grip it tight and use the leverage to throw myself into her. Sweat drips down my temple, lands on a perfect ass cheek still red with my handprint.

“Oh God,” she moans. “Oh God.”

Crazed with the need to come, my balls feeling like they’re boiling, I bite down on my lip again to hold off. Got to get her there first.

“Come on, baby,” I urge her, resisting the call of her clit. I could give it a slight pinch to get her to shatter, but I’ve never been about the easy way.

“Bishop,” she groans as I pound into her so fast my balls start to hurt from the motion. “Bishop.”

I use my thumbs to pull Brooke’s ass cheeks apart. I watch my cock hammering in and out of her, and I decide to give her something else to scream about.

My finger is still wet from her juices, so I press my index finger to the sweet rim of her ass. Brooke sucks in air and lets out a keening cry as I push my finger in deep.

She fucking explodes, both her pussy and her ass rippling and contracting all around me.

My balls unleash. I come so hard my eyes roll into the back of my head. I pull my cock out, shove it back in hard, and curl my finger. “F-u-u-u-u-c-k.”

Sweet, motherfucking waves of pleasure rage through my body, so powerful I feel dizzy.

I have a goddamn full-body orgasm that feels like it’s ripping me apart.

Brooke continues to moan, rotating her hips as her orgasm seems to go on and on and on.

“Jesus,” I groan in both repletion and stunned surprise over whatever the fuck that just was. Her body starts to sag under mine, and I let my weight come down onto her slowly. I leave my cock tucked in place but gently slide my finger out of her, rolling us both to our sides. My arms wrap around her stomach and we lay in silence as we start to come back down to earth.

That was fucking incredible.

The night’s not over yet, but it’s going to go down as the best one-night stand I’ve ever had in my life, and I seriously doubt it can be topped.