Page 66 of From Maybe to Baby

Her hands spear into my hair and insert one of my thighs between hers. I move quickly between them and plunge deep inside. So fucking good.

I push her legs up and back, lifting her closer, tilting her hips as I thrust deep and hard, desperate lunges that make her hold tightly to my neck.

“You like this?” I ask.

She can’t speak. She only moans at the shift of my body inside her, above her, surrounding her.

“And this?” I murmur, changing the angle so that she gasps. “How ‘bout this?”

With a long, low moan, she explodes into a shocked cry as I find that secret place where delight borders on pain. My growl of satisfaction tells her I know. And then there is nothing else beyond my body taking hers, the wet slick of me inside her and the wicked counterpoint of my fingers.

Again, she hangs, blind with need, on the edge of that fiery abyss. I hold her there, gasping and shaking, every stroke of my body into hers both a searing delight and an agony of delay.

I pull back and wait, and she cries out in protest as I withdraw. I surge back inside and she screams as she succumbs, shattering around me. My control snaps at her utter surrender.

Again and again I take her, without compromise, without restraint, driving deeper and deeper into the tight pussy convulsing around my cock. Consummation, white hot and relentless, crashes over and through me. I drive in one last time, shuddering with a release as I pour deep inside her.

I hang over her for a moment, dazed, blind with pleasure, and then collapse onto her soft, trembling body with a groan. Nothing has ever been so good. I’m surprised I survived it.

Mustering my strength, I ease to the side. With a sigh, Alexa turns on her side and nestles closer to me, one hand sliding over my chest.

Touching my heart.

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ALEXA

The Hale Olu’olu Resort offers numerous family-friendly activities suitable for...

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Parents seeking quality entertainment will find...

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For families looking to create lasting memories...

I stare at my laptop screen, which currently contains more deletions than actual content. Somehow "watching hot hockey dad teach his kids to surf while trying not to imagine him naked" doesn't feel appropriately professional for a my blog.

My phone buzzes with what I assume is Ryan demanding his draft. Instead:

Jace wants to know if princesses eat burgers for dinner

Followed immediately by:

Lukas says only if they're hockey princess burgers

Still not sure what those are

But apparently they're very important

I find myself smiling at my phone like some kind of lovesick teenager instead of the professional journalist I'm supposed to be.

Working on my article

Very professional

Extremely professional

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