Page 75 of Ice Me Baby

I’m not sure when I’d closed my eyes. His fingers slip free, and I open my eyes. I’m greeted with the sight of him sliding his soaked fingers into his mouth. He groans as he sucks them clean. Sticking his tongue out, he licks up his hand. With a wink, he says, “Delicious,Chérie.”

“Fucking hell.”

Turning to my left, I find Dean staring at us. My cheek burns hot when he continues to stare. His eyes finally meet mine, and he says, “That was hot.”

I don’t even get a chance to react before Mac is sliding inside me. He moves at an achingly slow pace. “Mac…” I whine.

“A woman like you should be savored like fine wine.” He pants as he continues his slow pace.

I pull his face down, so his lips are close to mine as I moan. “I don’t want to be savored.” Once he’s fully seated, I bite his lip hard. He grunts, and I suck his bottom lip into my mouth. Releasing it with a pop, I say, “I want to be ravished like you’re a starving man.”

“A starving man,Chérie?”

My eyes meet his as I smirk. “Like I’m your fucking oasis.”

His eyes glitter with amusement as he slowly pulls all the way out. “As you wish,” he grunts, then slams back into me.

I scream when his pace becomes brutal, but I fucking love it. “Yes!”

“Putain, Chérie.”He groans.

My eyes squeeze shut, and I can feel myself grow warmer with each thrust. “Fuck me like you need me.”

He growls and fucks me harder and deeper.“Tu es si belle. Tellement beau. Viens pour moi.”

Fuck, he sounds sexy. I have no idea what he’s saying, but his accent is thick with each word. He feels me tighten around him and huffs out a chuckle. “Do you love when I speak French,Chérie?”

“Yes,” I pant.

He hovers over me, our lips almost touching, as he whispers,“Crie mon nom quand tu viens.”

“What does that mean?”

He doesn’t answer me, instead he slips a hand between us and demands, “Scream my name when you come.” He pinches my clit right as he thrusts deep into me.

I do as told; I scream his name, “Mac!”

“Tellement serré.”He grunts, his hips lose rhythm before I feel him come. He presses his forehead against mine as he pants.“Tu es si belle, ma Chérie.”

I groan, and I feel myself tighten around him again. He grunts. “You really do love when I speak French,” he teases with a chuckle, pulling away to look at me.

Opening my eyes, I find him grinning down at me. “It turns me on more than it should,” I admit.

He laughs as he slowly pulls out, flipping over to lie down beside me. “Are you done pouting, Lewi?” Mac asks.

I turn to look where I last saw him and find him wide-eyed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I look down to find his cock standing at full attention and seeping with pre-cum.

I can’t help but chuckle as I sit up. “Did you enjoy the show, Dean?”

“I swear to god if you touch my cock right now, I’ll come.” He warns. I begin crawling my way over to him, and he shakes his head, “Don’t touch me! I’ve embarrassed myself enough tonight.”

“Lie down.”

He shakes his head. “Liz come on—”

“Lie. Down,” I say more forcefully.

He gives in and closes his eyes. I can’t wipe the grin from my face as I watch this grumpy hockey player whimper as I crawl closer. I throw my leg over to straddle him but make sure not to touch his cock yet.

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