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“Don’t worry, angel, I’ve got you.”

With one hand still wrapped around me, he used the other to strip off my jeans. My panties were the only thing covering my pussy as the cold air hit my skin, leaving goose bumps to spread down my legs.

“I’d better warm you up,” he whispered, running his fingers over my drenched pussy.

He moaned. “Fuck, you’re always so wet for me, angel.”

I didn’t care about the cold anymore as he slid his hand beneath the lacy fabric and pushed his fingers inside me, his thumb grazing my aching clit.

“You feel so good against my fingers. Come for me, angel. Let me hear you scream my name in this rink. Just for me,” he commanded, pumping his fingers harder against my core.

I gripped hard onto his shoulders, meeting his rhythm with his hips until my entire body shook as my orgasm took over.

“Oh, yes, Hayes,” I yelled, the sounds of my orgasm echoing through the empty rink.

“Damn, that’s so fucking hot,” he growled before pulling me close and crushing his lips to mine.

As our tongues danced, I moved my hands between us, undoing his belt and jeans, letting them fall to the ground with a thud. He laughed against my lips as he pulled down his boxers and fisted his hard length in his free hand.

“You ready to make my fantasy a reality, angel?”

“Yes, please.”

He pushed in slowly, but I pressed closer, ready for him to fill me.

The angle of his dick and my position on the wall was perfect for his hard ridges to rub against my clit as he thrust in and out of me.

“Oh, Hayes,” I moaned, gripping hard onto his shoulders and pushing my body closer to him.

“Fuck, angel, your tight little pussy feels so amazing on my cock.”

“You’re hitting me just right,” I moaned as my legs shook around him. “So good. I’m already close again.”

“You gonna give me another one, angel? Scream my name again while your pussy clenches around my big dick?”

His dirty talk was exactly what I needed to push me over the edge. My orgasm exploded, making me see stars as my entire body vibrated around him.

“Yeah, that’s it, angel, come all over my cock,” he growled, pumping harder into me.

“Now open those legs and lean back. ’Cause you’re gonna take all of my come, angel.”

I’d never really thought about kids or the future before. But with him, I could see it all. Even Saturdays at rinks like this with a brood of hockey-playing sons, and I’d probably blush every time I saw the bench.

“Come for me again, angel. I want to feel you as I fill this pussy,” he commanded, sliding his hand between us and circling my hardened nub.

I met his pace as a third orgasm took hold. I screamed out, my entire body on fire as I rode out the wave yet again.

“Fuck, that’s it, my angel,” he growled as his body stilled against mine, his hot spurts shooting into my swollen core.

I could barely catch my breath as I gripped his shoulders, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my chest.

We stayed just like that, holding each other for a few beats before he cupped my face, kissing my lips lightly. “Thanks for being my fantasy, angel.”

I laughed. “Thanks for giving me a fantasy I didn’t even know I had.”

Including the one that involved my belly round with his baby. Something that was bound to happen sooner than later if we kept on going at each other like this without any protection.

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