Page 130 of Ice Dance Hockey

“You’re not getting away from me that easily, Logan dear,” he whispers into my ear. “This is where my dick belongs.”

Rhett’s powerful hockey hips move, pulling out to the tip, quickly shoving in again. He spends some time there, hovering over the ground he’s made to get inside me. Then his cock forages new territory.

I moan and blink away tears. It hurts a little, but I like the burn of it. “That … that … more,” I demand.

“There you are. Come back to me, beautiful scorpion. I don’t let you fall, remember?”

That does fucking nothing for my crying problem. Tears stream over my cheeks by this point, but I do remember and security washes over me. Of course, Rhett will find a way—he always does. I stop trying to force anything, letting him take the lead and not topping from the bottom. I don’t want to top from the bottom. I want him to take me, have me. Getting to a place where I can let go enough to let him is everything.

His thrusts slowly pick up speed and then …freedom, even though his cock is trapped inside me. The thick head hits something inside and I freeze as the itch of pleasure nudges my core.

“You’re inside,” I breathe.

“I am. You’re all fucking mine now.”

I tug at the nape of his neck, signaling that I want a kiss. He obliges, his tongue entering my mouth, wet and hot. Every inch of me burns. One giant palm presses my leg toward my chest, and he slides deeper. I exhale a shuddery breath with warm tears streaming over my cheeks.

“Yeah, I’m yours,” I whisper.

“Time for me to win MVP.”

What’s an MV?—

Rhett pulls back the slightest and pushes in again, proving that he’s not just a bull-headed gorilla. He’s taking a lot of care, and while I want to be wild, maybe that’s not best for our first time.

My body gives itself over to him. I ride the wave of his cock as it slowly relaxes me further.

“Uh-huh … uh-huh … uh-huh.” Fucking Christ that feels good. It burns and the pressure reaches the edge of too much, but I want more of him. There’s already so muchhimthat I can hardly bear it, but it’s not enough. “More. Give me more.”

I beat on his ass with my heel like the demanding fucker I am.

A deep rumble stirs in his chest. “I knew it wouldn’t take long for you to become addicted.”

“You cocky son of a bitch.”

I moan, though, and I’m pretty sure that takes all the bite from my bark. I rake my nails down his back for good measure, so that he knows I’ll always give back whatever he dishes out.

Shocked pain cries from his lips as he arches and his skin collects under my nails. “That’s it. Time to put you in your place.”

There was a really good comeback primed on my lips and ready to go—I promise there was—but his hips pull back and thrust hard, slapping against my tender ass, and nothing leaves my mouth but a stilted gasp. His cock hits somewhere awesome inside of me and enough pleasure explodes through my pulsing veins to steal my breath.

Put me in my place he does, for maybe the first time in my life. I love every heart-pounding second of it. A bit of the wildness I’d hoped for shows its savage self, in his eyes and in the ferocious ramming of his pelvis.

I’m a babbling mess. Can a man hang onto life from another man’s dick? That’s me right now. All I know for a long time is the hammering of the same long, thick cock I was afraid of. I can’t believe I ever was. Only Rhett can fill me this full. If I have my way, I’m the only one Rhett gets to fill this full ever again.

His large body rocks forward, and his hips move in a wave-like motion. His cock tickles and massages my prostate over and over. Then his thumb rubs over my wet cockhead, distributing the cum leaking from the tip, toying with the sensitive flesh.

I can’t breathe.

Rhett towers over me, beads of sweat dripping off his forehead, mixing with my tears and dribbling over my lips. I lick them away, salt bursts over my tastebuds and the heat of us threatens to burn me alive.

He strokes my wet cock slowly, and I’m done for, lost to so many sensations. But the predominant one is him—his big Rhett energy. None of this, not even his abnormally-sized dick would be anything for me without that energy. He’s the indestructible rock that can withstand my Logan storm.

My back arches, fucking my slick cock into his hand, and I shiver, clenching around his fat cock, keeping him firmly trapped inside me. It thickens more as it pulses, plunging in and out of me.

“I need … I need,” I cry, not really sure what I need.

“I got you, baby. C’mon. Let’s see you let go.”

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