Page 51 of The Hockey Grump Saves Christmas

“I want to.” The words barely make it out of me, snatched away by the heavy sigh that wafts through me when my fingertips make contact with the silky-smooth shaft.

“Jesus Christ.” His eyes close and his non-condom-holding hand grasps the arm of the seat.

Time has slowed down. We’ve gone from frantic grappling to almost complete stillness as I gently stroke just the tips of my fingers up from the base to the even softer, even smoother tip. It twitches at my touch.

But then his mouth is on mine again and he’s pushing me back against the seat, his hands replacing mine and sheathing himself.

“I want to fuck you now,” he pants into my mouth. “Can I fuck you now?”

“Hell, yes.” I grab onto his broad, thick shoulders as he slides a hand between my legs.

And the whole world disappears as he pushes a finger inside me.

I collapse forward, my head resting on Gabe’s shoulder, and sink even farther into him when his thumb connects with my clit.

“Just want to make sure you’re ready for me,” he says, right next to my ear.

Needing to touch at least some part of him, I find his balls and cup them in my hand. They’re tight, like they’re ready to pop.

“Give the boys a squeeze, Bugs,” he growls.

I roll them in my palm and at the very moment I squeeze, his finger presses up inside me and, oh my God, the entire universe is on the brink of exploding in my head.

“Jesus,” I cry out.

“Not yet, remember?”

“Yes.”

“You are ready though,” he says with absolute certainty.

He slides his finger out, and it’s replaced by pressure—pressure so wide that it feels like he will never fit.

I gasp and close my eyes, burying my face in the crook of his neck as my fingers dig into his shoulders.

He twists his head to drop a kiss on my cheekbone right in front of my ear, as if sensing my trepidation. “It’s okay. I got you.”

Does he ever.

Taking his monumental penis in one hand, he circles and circles its tip around my slick entrance while the thumb of his other hand draws around my clit, teasing and teasing.

My head spins, and I feel like I’m floating off to a place where the only currency is pleasure.

I sneak a peek between my eyelashes and find him watching my face, checking for expressions, making sure I’m all right.

“Take a deep breath, Bugs,” he says with a smirk.

And a cry flies out of my mouth as he nudges himself inside me.

“You okay?” he asks, concern leaking through the desire in his voice.

“Yes.” At least I think I am. Everything went black for a fraction of a second there. But it wasn’t in pain. It was some kind of ecstatic pleasure that I can’t name because I’ve never experienced it before.

He pushes up my top and easesme back, bending forward to take my nipple into his mouth. Combine that with his circles on my clit and the tiny thrusts of his hips, and my inner walls ooze every juice needed to get that man inside me.

Fraction by fraction he enters more with every nudge.

When he lifts his head, those hazel eyes are shrouded in a fog of lust.

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