Page 136 of Your Sharpest Edge
“Are you wet for me, malyshka?”
Yes. I was fucking soaked for him.
He lifted me, careful not to get the blade near him. I was on the boards, near the bleachers, where there was no glass. It was a perfect place for me to sit as he pulled down my leggings and underwear in one movement.
He dipped his finger into my pussy, and when he pulled out, his digit glistened with my desire.
“So fucking wet,” he murmured as he darted his tongue out and licked his finger clean.
“Fuck me. Fuck me fast and hard,” I cried as he adjusted so that he was between my legs.
“You like that, malyshka. You like watching my cock disappear into your entrance and slam into you?”
“Yes, baby. Yes.”
The corner of his lip tugged into a smirk, and in seconds, his cock was filling me up.
“Come inside me. Fill me up.”
Alex held onto my hips, and his deep eyes bored into mine as he thrust hard into me. I was holding my legs as far out to the sides as I could for fear of nicking him, but I didn’t care. I needed him.
“You want a baby, malyshka? Let me give it to you.”
Fuck. I was dripping at his words, imagining our children running around together. I was so turned on and desperate.
“Selena showed me how you like your clit rubbed, Anastasia,” Alex growled.
He brought his fingers to my sensitive nub, and he rubbed like Selena had done. I was lost. My legs went slack, and I didn’t care where I was or who might walk in.
“Give me more of your cock, baby,” I begged.
Alex obliged, keeping one hand thrumming my clit like it was the finest guitar string he was plucking and the other holding my hip so I didn’t fall backward.
I was grateful I was sitting on the boards because, with the way Alex continued to propel his hips, I knew I wasn’t going to last.
“I’m going to come,” I cried.
“Not yet,” Alex demanded.
He removed his fingers, threw the door to the benches open, and hobbled down to the rubberized mats below us. “Get on your knees on the mat. Stick your ass out. Hold onto the ice.”
I nodded, even though I didn’t understand what he was asking. But I got on my knees, letting the rubber pad any pain I might feel, stuck my ass up in the air, and let my hands glide onto the ice.
“Move your legs apart.” His cock pressed into me.
“Feel the ice under your hands while I come inside you. You’ll think of this place with this memory from now on, malyshka. There will be no more nightmares.”
With that, he shoved inside me again, and I wailed, arching my back from suddenly being so full. “Yes, baby. That feels so good,” I moaned.
He fucked me while I felt the cool ice beneath my fingertips. I would never think of the rink again with the pain in my knees. I’d always remember this, and for that, I was grateful for what Alex was doing... for me. It was always for me.
“Yes, Alex. You’re mine,” I cried.
“Say my name again.”
“Alex,” I panted.
He growled, and I clenched around him as the pressure built up. I was right there. I was so fucking close to coming.
