Page 129 of Ice Dance Hockey

“I’m supposed to be the possessive one,” he says, taking my hand and pressing kisses to the knuckles.

“You don’t know the meaning.”

“Is that so?” His eyes darken.

“Why do I feel like I’ve set off your competitive instincts?”

“If you want to play the game of possession, I’m going to win it.”

“Guess we’ll see.” I also want to set off other predatory instincts in him. I know he’s not this gentle in bed. He’s being careful because I’m so much smaller than him. At least he’s smart enough not to say so, but I’m going to prove that I’m not easily breakable.

Latching my mouth onto his neck, I suck. Hard. He hisses and the big man whimpers.

“Fuck, Lo. That goes straight to my cock.”

He makes a sound that’s nearly a growl, pouncing like he’s a lion and I’m a gazelle. I’m already nice and open for him, hungry for his cock. The coconut-oil slicked head bumps and slips against my wet hole.

“You want my cock in there, baby?”

“Yes. Please, yes.”

“I can’t wait to make you beg for it.”

“You sure you’re not going to be begging me, Elkington?”

He’s above me, towering, his coif of hockey hair falling forward and his hazel eyes softening. “You might be the first. I don’t think you know what you do to me, but I’m going to show you.”

I’m mostly talk because I’m the one already simpering for that huge dick of his while he’s so calm and cool above me. This time, his cock doesn’t just bump my entrance, he pushes and it catches.

“Ah!” It’s bigger than the three fat fingers he had up there. I bite my lower lip, sucking it in.

“Good, Lo?”

“Uh-huh. Please don’t stop. I want to be full of you so badly.”

“Tell me if I hurt you—that’s a fucking order, baby.”

What that domineering tone of his does to me, but I still manage to scowl and nod at the same time.

He pulls back and gently thrusts forward again. I bear down, opening for him, trying to pull his cock into me. He gets further this time. Wish I could say this was unicorns and rainbows, but I’m impatient. My balls ache with need for him, I want to slide right down his massive cock, but my body’s taking its fucking time.

“Relax, darling. There you go.”

He slips in a little more and then a little more. I throw my head back, panting, tears pricking my eyes with effort and frustration, worried that this isn’t going to work out. What if I’m too damn small to take his dick? It would be just my luck. I finally find someone, the person I suspect is my someone, and we’re not even going to be able to fuck like animals.

I want to fuck like animals, dammit.

I turn my head away from him. I don’t want him to see me crying over something so stupid. Just fucking great. Now my eyes are leaking like faucets with Rhett’s engorged dick halfway inside me. It’s all way unsexy. Maybe everyone was right—I’m such a fucking loser. Rhett’ll realize that and he’ll be gone, too.

“Hey. I thought I told you to tell me?—”

“You’re not hurting me, Goddammit.”

“Do you want me to?—”

“No!” I grip him with my powerful legs terrified that if he pulls out now, we’ll never get him back in. “God. I hate you and your stupid giant dick. Couldn’t you have had a normal-sized dick?”

He studies me and then the bastard’s lips spawn an amused smile. “I know what this is.” His hands plant firmly on either side of my head.

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