Page 23 of Home for the Hockey-Days

August

Watching Rowan’s body flinch and convulse as she comes is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life. Her legs tremble as her orgasm crashes, wave after wave. Her eyes flicker closed, and she whimpers through the aftershocks. I close the distance between us, cupping her throat with my palm. “Eyes. On.Me.”

An adorable little giggle is all the answer she gives me before raking her eyes over my now bare chest. She pushes herself up onto tiptoes, dotting a tiny kiss on the tip of my nose. “Are you going to keep staring at me? Or are you going to fuck me, August?” Her eyes sparkle, and her cheeks are a charming shade of pink.

“Is that consent?”

She nods.

“Out loud.”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “Fuck me, August.”

“Oh.” I lick my lips. “I’m definitely going to fuck you. I’m going to make you forget Johnny White ever existed.”

She covers my mouth with her hand. “How about we don’t talk about my ex when your dick’s hard as fuck, and I’m standing here naked, mmmkay?”

I nod. “Deal. How do you want to be fucked, pretty girl?

“I prefer Toots.” I inch toward the desk.

This fucking girl. “Fine,Toots. How do you want me to fuck you?”

“Like you hate me.”

A growl rattles around my chest.

She turns away from me, planting her splayed palms on the desk before tossing me a cheeky grin over her shoulder. “And from behind.”

She jiggles her ass at me, grazing my cock with her plump cheeks. “Pleeeeeease, August.” Her head falls onto her hands on the table, and I can’t ignore her plea. Making my lovers beg has never been my jam, but hearing just how sweet Rowan’s voice sounds as she implores me... How she says my name... Well, I could definitely get used to that.

I’m sheathed and balls deep in seconds, her hair wrapped around my fist as I drive into her tight pussy relentlessly, pounding over and over. The table moves with each thrust, and I lose my grip on her enough to frustrate the fuck out of me. I’m done with the damn table. I need to fuck this woman just how she asked me to. Wild, unhinged, and hard.

Picking her up by her hips I drop her onto the bed, face down, ass in the air. She squeals, but lets me lead. She looks so fucking beautiful, ready and waiting for me to take her again. When I sink into her this time, I take my time. Enjoying her tight heat as each inch of my dick slides inside her. Her muscles constrict around me, clenching, milking, dare I even say, possessing. She’s murmuring my name, pleading with me to go harder, and meeting me thrust for thrust, driving her hips back to meet mine. I’m going to blow my load.

Curling my fingers into her soft hips, I pickup more speed, my balls smacking against her. She arches her spine, tipping her head back, and I take it as an invitation to pull her hair again. The whimpers and pleas continue as I tug on the strands.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask her if she’s ever been fucked dirty by a guy from across the tracks, but I don’t want to think of her with anyone else other than me. If she answers, I might spear her so hard with my cock to fuck away the memory of any other man she’s ever had, especially Johnny fucking White, that she splits in two.

And if she says a dude’s name out loud that isn’t mine while my cock is nine inches inside her, I’ll lose it.

This woman is mine. At least for the time being.

Every cell in my body feels it, and every emotion, rational and otherwise, demands it.

I’m not good enough for her to be mine forever. I don’t have enough money, or social standing, or whatever else girls like her look for in a man. But what I do have, is right now, tonight. And I’m not going to waste a single fucking second of it.

I pull out of her in one stroke, making her gasp and groan. And I chuckle. I’m glad my absence, the emptiness I left by taking my cock out of her, hits her as hard as it does me.

I’m already stripping myself bare. “Rowan. Are you on birth control?”

She meets my gaze over her shoulder, scrunching up her face in confusion. Her eyes trail down my body, landing on the discarded condom in one hand, and my weeping cock in the other. “Oh, God.” Her breathy moan is almost drowned out by the bedding as she buries her face and raises her ass higher in the air. “August, please. Please just take me.”

I know it’s irresponsible. She didn’t ask if my last physical was clear. She didn’t answer whether she’s on birth control or not. And an accidental pregnancy is not on my to-do list formy senior year of college. But when she rocks her hips back toward me, and her hand drops between her thighs to play with her clit, my final thread of self-control snaps.

If she gets pregnant, she gets pregnant. Hell, I’d be lying if I said the thought alone didn’t make my dick even harder. It’s careless, and reckless but the idea of her belly growing with my child inside it makes my chest swell.

Fuck. She’s even tighter and wetter as I slam into her again, and again. “You like when I fuck you raw, Toots? You like feeling every twitch and flicker of my cock deep inside you?”

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