Page 102 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

“Yeah, get on with it, you fucker.”

“Better watch that smart mouth.”

The stretch was more intense this time. I groaned when he moved his fingers around, but the discomfort faded into a blissful fullness. Though it was nothing compared to how hiscock would feel, I always loved this stage of getting ready. He brushed his fingers over my prostate, making me jump.

“There’s my babe.” His voice was coarse and needy. “For a big, tough hockey player, you sure know how to moan.”

“Fuck me, Pip. I need it now.”

He eased his fingers out and asked, “How do you want it?”

“From behind.”

“Get up on all fours, then.”

When I was on my hands and knees, he swiped more lube around me and pushed in a finger to get some inside. Turning my head, I watched him swipe it around his cock. He had a rugged dick. It had to be seven inches or more hard, and a network of distended veins under the skin provided a layer of texture I could feel when he was inside me.

He finished lubing himself, then met my eyes. “Ready?”

“Fuck yes.”

Moving in close behind me, he traced his dick over my hole the way he had his tongue. Torturing me, he’d stop to push a little, then slide it around again. After I begged some more, he leaned over and kissed my back. “Love you, Sven.”

“Love you, too,” I answered. “Now get the hell inside me.”

Placing the tip against my hole, he pushed. My stubborn ring of muscle didn’t resist for long, and we both groaned when he slid inside.

It stung, and I moved my hips, trying to find the right angle. He placed his hands on either side of my ass and pushed again.

“Shit,” he said. “You’re so fucking tight.”

The sting faded as he filled me. His cock pulsed, and I remembered all the thick veins I liked tracing with my tongue. He pulled back slightly, then pushed all the way in, brushing across my prostate.

Tears sprang to my eyes as physical and emotional pleasure spiraled through me. He pulled back, then pushed in again.

“Fuck yes!” My voice was much higher pitched than usual, and I grunted when he gave a little shove at the end of his thrust.

“Okay, baby?”

“Incredible.”

He leaned over and wrapped his arms around me as he picked up speed. We were both sweaty, and the maddening slide of his chest and stomach against my back ratcheted my desire into lust. When he growled in my ear and slammed into me hard, I pushed back to meet his thrusts, grunting when he hit home. “Harder, Pip.”

He grunted, pounding my ass while my orgasm hurtled toward me. “Wait,” I barked. “Stop.”

Grinding to a halt, he gave a long moan of protest. “What? I was getting close.”

“Me too, but I want to see your eyes when we come.”

“Okay.”

He didn’t sound entirely convinced, but I knew he liked seeing me too. When he pulled out, the sudden emptiness made me gasp.

“Turn over, and let’s get back to it.”

“Can I ride?”

“Sure. Let me lie down.”

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