Page 65 of It's Mother-Pucking Christmas!

Part of me wished it hadn’t.

After turning on some soft lamplight in the hotel room, I slipped out of my jacket and the layers of Icebreakers merch, leaving me standing there, wearing only my surprise for him.

I checked the clock. It had been an hour and a half since he’d given me the key.

The electronic lock clicked.

“You’re late,” I told him when he stepped inside, the door slamming behind him. “If you’re on time, you’re late.”

He worked off his gloves. Threw them on the floor. Checked his watch. “That clock is fast.”

Blue eyes scanned me, realized what I was wearing.

“You did say you fucked the Arctic Avengers out of me.”

“That was just…” He shrugged a massive shoulder. “I was just messing around. Now? I’m going to fuck you for real.”

The shirt came off, revealing that muscular chest, everything still locked and loaded from the intense game.

Yeah, I definitely wanted him to fuck me like this.

That same hockey intensity was in his eyes, like he was both completely focused on me and aware of everything else around us, yet I was still the center of the universe.

Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he pulled my head back so he could claim my mouth, his tongue deep down my throat. Large hands cupped my tits through my sparkly blue lace bra. His hands and mouth were a frenzy on me, pulling at my lace thong panties, on my tits, in my hair, gripping the back of my neck so he could plunder my mouth with his tongue as his fingers sought the wet heat under the panties. I clung to him while his bruising hands claimed my body, like I was the puck he was just tossing around on the ice.

And I couldn’t wait for him to hit it.

I undid the zipper on his pants, palming his hard length.

He slapped my hands away. “Get on your hands and knees.” He kicked off his boots. “On the bed.” His belt hit the floor. “No, the floor. I need something hard to brace on when I make you take my cock. Don’t want to twist anything.” His mouth twitched.

I gulped. Turned around. Felt his gaze pinned to my backside as I knelt on the floor and tipped forward.

Suddenly he wasthere, large hands grabbing my ass, forcing my legs apart. “Like that. Spread that pussy for me.”

The thong wasn’t enough to hold my dripping cunt. I felt the wet juices all over my thighs.

His breath was hot as he licked me, making me shiver. He pressed his face between my ass cheeks, licked his tongue from my slit all the way up to the pink hole of my ass.

“I can’t wait,” he said, his breath hot, “to marry you so I can fill your pussy with cum then come up your ass.”

I almost came right then.

“You’re going to be nice and tight for me.” His deep voice was ragged. He pulled at my blue lace thong with the silver snowflakes.

I hoped the hotel room was soundproof because I couldn’t stop the loud cries, the moaning, the begging, the pleading ashe hooked the thin string of the thong, pulling it to the side so he could attack my pussy. His mouth was hot on my wet slit as he ate me out, his powerful mouth and tongue working my clit, three fingers pumping in my opening, until I was coming on his mouth.

“Next time you come”—he slapped my ass hard, making me yelp—“I want to hear the fight song.”

I barely had time to catch my breath before a condom packet was ripping. His cock was thick and heavy, dragging over my thighs as he spread me. He’d stepped off the ice still in predator mode and rammed that cock right in my pussy like he was crushing through a line of defenders. I almost passed out as he slammed into me, his powerful hips and thighs ramming his cock into my tight cunt as I made strangled cries.

His hands were a vise on my shoulders. I felt the full force of his weight as all two hundred thirty pounds of him slammed into me over and over, his thick cock penetrating deep inside me. He pulled out and slammed in again, forcing me to take all of him at once.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He drove into me. The power lever was at a hundred percent as he rutted into my pussy, claiming me like no man had ever done.

“I can’t.” I groaned, my arms collapsing as he kept up the inhuman pace.

One hand on my hip kept my pussy angled for his cock. He braced the other hand on the floor next to my head.

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