Page 65 of Falling for the Pucking Bad Boy

How I want to be everything for her.

Her nails drag down my back, and I still have my shirt on. I quickly peel it off; I want to wear her marks proudly as I continue to pound into her.

I don’t want to be slow. I need fast.

It’s been over a week since the news of us came out, and I haven’t seen her since. I spoke with her on the phone, but it wasn’t enough.

It wasn’t the same.

Even though we had phone sex, I couldn’t touch her heated skin and whisper dirty things in her ear.

My balls tighten as Rory uses her black magic to draw me in deeper. To make me finish and break through my normally greater-than-a-god stamina.

I didn’t want to bust my load within five minutes on our first night together. I had all night.

I had forever.

“Stop fucking me back, or I’m going to come,” I growl out, hating that I’m making her chill out, but fuck me, she’s too much.

“You’re going to deny me—”

“No,” I quickly retort. “But I’m only a man here, Snowflake. You’re a damn goddess who’s seducing me into finishing earlier.”

Her lips brush against mine when she says, “I’m sure you can come up with something creative to make me finish. We’ve got all night.”

“I don’t want to be that guy.”

“What guy?”

“The dickhead that—” Rory chuckles and threads her fingers through my hair again.

She fixes her eyes on me. “Wells, stop. I don’t want you to focus on that. I want you to do what feels good, and whatever I do to you…” She clenches around me, and I growl in pleasure. “Don’t hold back.”

“It’s hard as hell not to.”

“That’s exactly what I want to hear.” Her voice is this seductive-as-hell narrative that only loops me in further.

That makes me thrust into her deeper.

My body buzzes, anticipating what’s happening and what’s to come.

Tonight was everything.

It was hard as fuck not to look over at her at the game and cause issues. To not have the Montreal Blizzard start a fight over the coach’s daughter.

I knew everyone was watching us. I also knew what they’d assume since we hadn’t been seen together.

It didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, but it still irritated me that people would think either one of us was too weak to be able to handle a bit of scandal.

It sold papers and got views, and I get it.

But it still pissed me off.

Rory mewls underneath me, her breathing worn and strained, and I know she’s close.

Fuck me, I’m teetering on the edge.

However, I refuse to finish before she does. This moment here seals so many things between us, and it’s vital.

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