Page 47 of Sin Bins and Second Chances
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I’m barely steppingonto the front porch when the front door slams open and Daisy runs towards me. I drop my bag and catch her as she jumps into my arms. Her arms wrap around my neck and her lips collide with mine. My arms wrap around her, holding on tight and never wanting to let go.
It’s been four days since the team left to play up in Ohio. Too many fucking days without seeing her in person or having her in my arms. Fuck, I missed her even more than I realized.
I love hockey. I’ve always loved the game, but I love her more. She doesn’t know, at least not from my words. That’s going to change tonight. Tonight, I show her and tell her how much she means to me. I’ve got it all planned out.
When she told me yesterday that her mom extended her trip again, I felt slightly guilty for how happy I was about it. Her mom may not realize how big of a help she was being for me—being gone. Before leaving for the away game, it was like we were living in a little bubble. We’ve got more games coming up, but we don’t have to leave for away ones for another two weeks.
“Hi.” She pulls back and smiles.
I slowly release her, but keep my hand on hers as I grab my bag and we walk inside. It smells good in here, like she’s been baking all day. “It smells good in here, baby.”
“I’m making pancake inspired scones using maple syrup and bacon.” She closes the door behind us and leads me upstairs. “Are you hungry?”
“Not for food.” I practically chase her up the stairs.
We’ve barely entered her room, and I drop my bag to the floor. Our lips collide as we rip eachother’s clothes off, only breaking apart to remove shirts. My hand slides to her throat and I back her up to her bed.
“I missed you,” I admit before pressing my lips to hers.
Her legs hit the edge of the mattress and we both fall to the bed. My arm goes behind her back and I scoot us both farther to the middle. Her legs part to make room for me. I kiss my way down her body, grab her leg and lift it over my shoulder before diving in. I lick, then suck at her click and she arches against the mattress. Her hands move to my head until I suck harder, then she throws them above her head, trying to find something to anchor herself to. I wrap my arm around her leg and the other I use to hold her still, so she can’t arch herself away from me.
“Fu—” her voice breaks with a squeak and moan.
I continue licking and sucking. Her wetness coats my beard, but I don’t stop. I wait until I bring her to the edge, then pull back.
“Why did you stop?” She groans and props herself up on her elbows.
I smirk and release her leg, then alternatekissing her inner thighs. Teasing her slightly. Lifting myself up, I kiss and nibble my way back up her body. She pulls me in for a kiss, not caring that she’s tasting herself on her lips. Fuck, that’s hot. I grab her leg, lifting it up. I line myself up and thrust inside of her to the hilt.
She bites down on my lip and whimpers.
I pull back until I’m barely inside of her. Then, lean back and lift her legs, and push back in slowly. My arms wrap around her legs as I pull back, then push back in. My pace picks up until I feel like I’m rutting her like a wild animal.
When I feel myself getting close, I pull out, release her legs, then go back to a more missionary position. My lips press to hers and I push in slowly.
Chapter Twenty-Two
DAISY
He’s barely inside of me when we’re rolled over. I push myself up and roll my hips. My finger digging into his chest as I ride him. His hands are on my hips as I move. One of his hands move between us and plays with my clit and I feel myself let go.
Ethan rolls us over again, and he keeps going until I’m panting once again, desperate for him. He pulls out and throws me over so fast my head grows light.
“Whoa.” I lift up on to my elbows as he raises my hips and presses in again. “Fuck.”
This angle is new, and he’s hitting a spot even deeper than before.
“You take me so well,” he groans from behind me, picking up the pace again.
I squeeze the blankets beneath me, desperate to hold on to something so I don’t float away. He reaches around me and plays with my clit again. It’s too sensitive, but I feel nervous admitting that out loud. I don’t want him to stop, not when it feels too good. He brings another climax out of me, and I feel the moment he lets go.
His hand moves back to my hip, opposite the other. I expect him to pull out immediately, but he keeps his dick in me as it softens and doesn’t pull out until the end. Then I feel his fingers down there, pressing himself back inside. Again.
“Why do you keep doing that?” I moan at the feeling of him.
His thumb brushes across and presses my clit while his fingers move inside of me. “Keeping me inside of you,” he whispers. It’s so soft I almost question if I heard him correctly.
