Page 22 of Puck Me Harder

I bring both my hands forward and push myself against the wall, pushing with all my strength just to gain inches. His deep voice, whispering sweet recognition in my ear is driving me wild.

Yeah. New kink unlocked.

I start moving with every muscle in my body, not just rocking but throwing myself back onto him. I feel him slow and then still, holding himself steady while I back up onto his cock.

“Fuck, Ace. You’re going to make me come,” Kai pants, his voice ragged.

He grips my hips and begins to thrust into me with a speed and intensity that leaves me gasping and seeing stars. I thought he was fucking me rough before— but this makes me realize just how much he was holding back.

“Kai, I’m going to come,” I cry out, my throat stinging from the force.

“Give it to me. It’s mine,” Kai growls as he slams into me. “I’m going to come too. Claim you, mark you as mine.”

His words wash over me as my orgasm crashes into me, making me choke back a sob from the intensity. Kai grunts and groans as I feel him swelling and spilling his seed inside me. Each throb makes my pussy shudder with aftershocks of pleasure.

“Mine,” Kai whispers against me, his hand turning my head to kiss me softly, gently.

“Yours,” I whisper back.

8

Kai

Two games of suspension leave me more pleasantly exhausted than I've ever been. Muscles I didn’t even know I had ache. Dakota is as insatiable as I am, and neither of us is good at saying stop.

Half a week of marathon sex has left scratches all over my body. Each one is its own separate thrill. I like Dakota claiming me. I’ve staked my claim on her, too– in half a dozen hickeys and bruises.

So I’m surprised to find her sitting quietly this morning, a wistful look on her face.

“What’s wrong, Ace?” I ask, sliding into the seat across from her.

“I feel like it’s the last day of summer. Last day of vacation. Soon this is all going to end, and I’m not ready,” she says, her bottom lip quivering with emotion.

Immediately, I feel my stomach drop.

“I’m just going back on the ice, Dakota. It’s not the end of the world. It doesn’t have to be the end of anything. What makes you think anything has to change?”

She sighs, shaking her head.

My heart is an erratic mess, beating out of time as I search her face.

“Because I’m supposed to be an objective journalist. My boss didn’t send me out here to knock boots with you, Kai. He wanted a juicy story. Some tabloid gossip. When I don’t give him that, he’s going to fire me,” Dakota says, her eyes meeting mine.

I reach over and take her hand, peeling it off my favorite coffee mug to weave our fingers together.

“Why not write the story? It’s not like my reputation can get any worse, and I don’t care. Hell, it might be fun,” I smile, trying to set her at ease.

“Because it’s not true. You’re the kindest, sweetest, guy, Kai. I can’t — I won’t do that,” her eyes flash emerald fire and I know there will never be anyone for me but Dakota.

I pull her out of her chair and into my lap. I brush a red lock of hair out of her face and kiss her soft lips. Dakota tastes like sweet coffee and sin.

“Well, then, what if there was another option?” I tilt her chin, forcing Dakota’s sprinting gaze up to mine. “If your boss doesn’t appreciate your expertise, I know someone who will.”

Dakota’s eyes soften, a hand softly caressing my cheek as she gazes down at me with a look I can’t quite read.

“See, this is exactly what I’m talking about. You’re too good to be real, Kai.” She laughs, but her eyes shine with unshed tears. “Too sweet, too honorable— and god damn. You are too sexy. I must be dreaming.”

I kiss her again, savoring the soft brush of her lips against mine.

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