Page 20 of Dreams on the Ice

God, I would let him watch just about anything I do as long as he looks at me like this.

FORREST

I shrug my shirt off, my control completely gone. It’s vanished.Or maybe I crushed it like a fucking bug. I’m not sure, and I don’t care either. Her lips are on my chest, and then she moves down my torso, my abs, and the waist of my pants until her knees rest on the floor and her hands are at my belt.

Fuck.

“Brooklynn,” I murmur. But I don’t tell her to stop because that’s the last thing I want right now.

She hums, unfastening my thin black belt before she unzips and slides the pants down my legs, along with my underwear. My cock is hard, ready, and waiting for her. For any part of her. I want it all. I could come right this fucking second—I’m so jacked up with anticipation.

Her fingers curl around my length as she guides her hand up and down once, twice, three times. I don’t need to be primed. I’m ready to go. I was ready to go the moment I woke up this morning. She leans forward and opens her mouth, and I groan as she takes me inside of her.

I can feel her tongue along the underside of my cock, warm and wet. Then she sucks me in deep. Closing my eyes, I slide my fingers through her hair at the side of her head, gripping the strands in the back.

She hums around me, and I almost come instantly. My eyes fly open as my fingers tug on her hair. She doesn’t stop, though. She moves her head up and down, bobbing on my dick. Her saliva coats my cock. She’s wet and warm, her mouth almost the perfect home for my dick.

But I want to come inside of her.

Tugging her head back slightly, my balls tingling, I grunt, then release her hair, reaching down to wrap my fingers beneath her armpits. Slowly, I pick her up until her feet are flat on the floor.

She’s still in her skirt and those sexy-as-fuck high heels. Every goddamn pair of shoes she’s worn on this trip has beenoff-the-charts hot. “Leave the shoes on,” I growl before I gently pull her forward so she falls against me.

Brooklynn’s lips part, her breath hitches, and she tips her head back so she can look into my eyes. Dipping my chin slightly, I touch my lips to hers. “Those shoes are hot as fuck,” I rasp against her mouth. “I want the heels digging into my ass when I fuck you.”

A moan escapes her lips. Sliding my hands to her ass, I grip her there, my fingertips digging into her cheeks as I pick her up and carry her over to the bed. Laying her down, I try to be as gentle as possible, but I am so amped up that I don’t think I can be.

When her head lands softly against the pillow, I grasp the hem of her skirt and glide it up her body, exposing her long-as-fuck legs, then her panties. I can’t keep my eyes off her body, off the sight of her panties as they appear.

“Brook,” I groan.

She doesn’t try to hide herself from me. Instead, she bites her bottom lip, her eyes searching mine before she smiles. Gripping the strings of her barely there lace panties, I snap the sides.

“Please, Forrest,” she whimpers.

I grip the insides of her thighs and spread her wide. I can’t keep my eyes off her wet pink center. She’s already ready for me, but I’m not about to fuck her yet. I want to feel her first. I want to take my time, as much as I can anyway. I don’t know how much control I have left.

Extending my index finger, I gently glide it through her wet center, swirling around her clit before I groan at the sensation. Warm and wet doesn’t begin to describe it… her pussy is so fucking welcoming.

Begging for me, and I aim to give all of her exactly what she needs.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I slip two fingers inside of her. She lifts her hips, her fingers curling into the bedding at her hips. My lips curve up into a smirk as I begin to move my fingers in and out of her, then curl them, making a come-hither motion over and over as she rolls her hips, meeting me stroke for stroke.

Then she does something that I don’t expect, but I’m not mad at it at all. I watch as she releases the bedsheets and lifts her hands to her tits. I can’t take my eyes off her. I focus with rabid fascination as she grips the soft flesh, squeezing them.

Then her fingers pluck her nipples.

Control.

Lost.

Slipping my fingers from between her legs, I align myself with her entrance and sink inside of her. I release my grasp on her thighs and place my forearms beside her head. My eyes are focused on hers as I bury myself deep inside of her.

Brooklyn’s breath hitches. “Dig those fucking shoes into my ass, babe,” I growl as I lower my head to touch my mouth to hers.

Her cunt squeezes me, and I don’t know if I can even move without coming instantly. I should try and think about something else, about hockey, about being broke as fuck, about anything, but all I can focus on is the way her pussy feels snuggly wrapped around my dick.

Like this is where I belong.

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