Page 119 of Released from the Sin Bin

He sits down and cradles my face in his hands.

“You can have me anyway you want me.” He kisses me softly. Lightly caressing my lips with his own and stroking his tongue with sweet touches inside my parched mouth.

I grind against him, pushing his jacket off down his arms and tossing it to the side. Flinging my shirt and jacket off, I toss it over too, leaving me in my bra and leggings in the sin-bin.

With a groan, Carter buries his face in my chest. He peppers me with sweet kisses and sucks at the ample flesh coming out from my push-up bra.

“Pants.” I slip off his lap to pop the button of his jeans open and slide the zipper down.

“Should I take my shirt off too, boss?” He groans when I slide my hand down his hard shaft to shut him up.

“Yes. Shirt off.” I barely finish what I’m saying before he’s whipping it over his head, and coming right back against my chest, pushing my bra down and squeezing my breast up into his mouth.

“Please, Willa. Don’t make me wait,” he mutters against my chest. “I need to get inside you.”

I rub against his thigh, using it to get friction between my legs. Keeping a rhythm of running my hand up and down his length as it pulses against my palm.

“Pants,” I moan when he pulls the cup down on the other side before sucking my nipple between his teeth. “Now,” I groan, unable to form full sentences.

Standing in my skates, I quickly pull my leggings and underwear down together, and hold on to the glass to keep myself from falling over.

“Fuck me. Now,” I order with my hands pressed against the glass.

“I fucking love when you boss me around.” Carter stands behind me, lifting my hips out and lining himself up.

He thrusts in, pushing me against the glass without any hesitation.

“Shit,” he groans and wraps his arm around my chest. Cupping my breast to rub and pinch my nipple, holding me up to keep me from being banged into the glass while he keeps thrusting into me.

“Carter.” I reach back, needing to touch him in this small glass box we’re in. Anywhere. Everywhere. I need to feel him.

He moves his hand up, turning my chin to the side and taking my lips in his.

“I’m right here,” he whispers with a moan against my lips.

He holds me against him, keeping his lips pressed against mine.

His hand moves down between my legs as he keeps thrusting inside me, gliding his fingers through my slit and pressing quick pulses against my clit in tandem with the quick thrusts of his hips.

Goosebumps form over my damp skin as my breasts brush against the cold, fogged glass. Heat and ice clash in the small box of the chilled rink.

“Willa,” Carter groans.

His grip on my jaw tightens, while his hand presses hard against my clit and his cock pulses inside me.

A sharp gasp leaves my lips as my body tenses and the wave shoots through my limbs. My fingers dig and scratch into his flesh as it soars through me.

He pulls out of me and I turn away to rest against the glass. My hot breath fans against the cold, wet glass.

Kneeling down, Carter slowly pulls my underwear back up my legs, and then my leggings, taking his time to rub and smooth the tight muscles in my thighs.

I’m turned around, and he fixes my bra before holding up my shirt to help me back in it.

“I didn’t…” I stop to catch my breath, realizing I didn’t slap him like he always asks. Here I am, sedated in my post orgasm bliss, and Carter… did he come? “Do you want me to?” I place my hand over his cheek. I couldn’t do it if he asked.

Carter sits on the bench, looking up at me. He turns my palm, pressing his lips to the top of my wrist.

“No, all I need is you.” He pulls his shirt over his head to cover the beautiful artwork that adorns his thick pecs. “I’d love to stay to do more.” He presses into me and rubs his hands down my arms, smoothing away the chilled bumps. “But we should leave before we get caught. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

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