Page 315 of Playing the Pucking Game
Fucking hell, if that isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve seen, then I don’t know what is.
“Jesus. Fuck. Parker. Fuck,” I groan as I spill inside her.
My movements slow as I drag out the final seconds of our releases before I drop to my side and pull her with me.
Wrapping her up in my arms, I nestle my head in her neck and breathe her in.
Mine.
All fucking mine.
I don’t know how long we lie there entwined in each other. Time doesn’t matter anymore. The only thing that does is the woman in my arms.
“That was…”
“Yeah, it was that and a whole lot more. Totally worth the wait.”
Parker giggles at my words, and my chest expands with the love I feel for her.
“It’s been a long six years.”
“Yeah, but the good news is, we only have to wait like six minutes to go again.”
I’m still inside her, so she’s as aware as I am that six minutes is a push; I’ve barely softened.
“Six minutes, huh?” she asks, rolling her hips.
“Feeling greedy, Donnelly?”
“It has been six long years, Storm. You’ve got some time to make up for.”
Rolling onto my back, I pull her with me so she’s sitting astride my waist, my cock still buried inside her.
With my hands on her hips, I help her move, my eyes taking her in from her flushed cheeks and chest to her hard nipples and her glistening pussy. “Show me what I’ve been missing, babe. Then I’m taking you to my bed and spending all night worshiping you.”
“All night?” she questions.
“All fucking night.”
By the time we both find our next releases, the movie has long finished.
“I need to shower,” Parker mutters against my chest, where she collapsed a few minutes ago. “But I don’t think my legs will hold me up.”
“That’s what you’ve got me for.”
Shifting us both to the end of the couches, I get to my feet and lift her into my arms.
“Ew, gross,” Parker complains as I slip out of her.
“What?” I ask as I march across the room.
“You’ve just come in me twice and…and well, it’s dribbling out.”
“Is that right?” I ask, my legs suddenly moving faster toward my bedroom.
“Linc, what are you—” Her words are cut off as she bounces against my mattress.
Reaching out, I grab her knees and spread her thighs.
