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The carpet burned my elbows as he slammed into me, over and over. I felt myself come, but with his cock in me, my pussy was aching for release again. I was lost in the sensation of him.

“Let me hear it.” His teeth grazed my ear. “I told you I wanted to hear it when you came.”

I couldn’t remember my own fucking name, let alone the fight song of a team I hated. “Fuck you, Ryder, just give me yourcum.” I moaned as he continued to take me, his cock destroying my pussy as I begged for more, coming with another strangled cry.

“I’m enjoying this too much to come,” he snarled.

Now I knew how the Frosthawks felt as he scored goal after goal on them.

You couldn’t do anything except pray you survived the wave of power.

“Shit,” I moaned as he pushed off me, both hands digging into my hips and lifting me so I was almost hanging upside down and he could fuck me like I was some sex doll.

“So much better.” He jerked me back on his cock every time he pounded into me, like I weighed nothing. “Yeah, you know how to take my cock, don’t you?” He grunted as he impaled me on his thick, huge cock over and over.

How the man could talk was unreal.

My body jerked as the blood rushed to my head and my clit. This time when my pussy tightened around him, shuddering my orgasm around the unrelenting pounding of his cock, I felt his hands tighten on me, then he was cursing.

“Fuck, Dakota,fuck, I love you, I fucking love you, I want to marry you, I want to give you my children, fuck, Dakota, take my cum.”

I wanted to take it, wished I was actually feeling that hot, thick seed in my pussy. Instead, I just moaned as he jerked the last of his orgasm into me.

He swung me, dizzy and delirious, up into his arms and carried me to the bed. I stroked his thick, soft hair as he buried his face between my legs again, wracking an orgasm from me, then another.

He unhooked my bra and sucked on my tits, rolling the nipple in his mouth, then putting on a condom. He kissed me long and slow as he made love to me, easing into me withlong, powerful thrusts. Murmuring how he loved me, how I was perfect, how I was his everything, how he wanted the perfect family with me.

“I love you, Dakota,” he whispered against my mouth as he thrust his cock into me, smooth, as only a pro could be. “Say you’ll be mine. Say you’ll marry me.”

I moaned against his mouth as he gave me a bruising kiss.

“Come for me, Dakota. You know I love it when you come on my cock.”

The orgasm came on me suddenly, without warning. I cried his name into his chest as he jerked into me.

“You’re beautiful. You’re perfect. I’ve never loved any woman the way I love you,” he whispered against my hair.

My heart raced like I had taken ten shots of espresso.

His heart thudded, powerful and sure in his chest. I concentrated on it as I caught my breath.

Too bad I hadn’t come hard enough to forget I was a terrible person.

Ryder curled his huge body around me on the hotel bed. “I love you so much,” he whispered in the soft glow of the lamp, stroking my sweaty hair. “I’ve never loved anyone like you, Dakota.”

I couldn’t break his heart.

Except I would.

I had to.

Because I couldn’t let anything happen to my little brother. Because I’d do anything for my family—

Including throwing away the best thing that had ever happened to me.

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RYDER

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