Page 49 of Slap Shot Daddies

"All right, love?" he asks softly, always checking in despite his obvious need.

I nod, rolling my hips experimentally. The movement draws a groan from both of us

"More than all right," I breathe, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist.

That's all the encouragement Reggie needs. He starts to move, setting a steady rhythm that has me gasping with every thrust. His hands grip my hips, angling me just right so he hits that perfect spot inside me with each stroke.

I cling to him, my fingers tangling in his hair as he drives into me.

The desk creaks beneath us, papers scattering to the floor, but I can't bring myself to care. All that matters is Reggie, the feel of him inside me, his hands on my skin, his lips on my neck.

"Fuck, ye feel amazing," Reggie groans, his accent thicker with each thrust. "So tight, so perfect."

His words send shivers down my spine, stoking the fire building inside me. I arch my back, meeting him thrust for thrust, desperate for more.

"Harder," I gasp, tugging at his hair. "Please, Reggie.”

He obliges, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with our breathless moans and gasps.

Reggie, with a mischievous grin on his face, takes the spicy novel off my desk and flips it open, managing to find a sex scene instantly. “Let’s see what makes yer, tick, yeah?” He asks. “Can you do a handstand?”

“What?” I ask, laughing instantly, despite the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within me.

“Can you stand on yer head,lass? I won’t ask again.”

The scene is quite hilarious, I’m sure, as I find myself leaning naked against my desk, holding myself up from my arms, upside down.

Reggie is trying to position himself into me from above. It only takes a few attempts before I fall forward, crumpling over myself, both of us howling.

“How do you think they manage to do that?” Reggie asks, flopping next to me on the floor.

“I don’t know. That’s why it’s in a book,” I sigh, before he takes me into his arms again, kissing me.

“Don’t think I was done with you yet,” he purrs, climbing on top of me and pressing inside me again. I wrap my arms around him, feeling him glide back and forth, stroke me from the inside, coaxing me toward another climax.

“You sure you aren’t disappointed about the handstand?” I tease, before I gasp as he changes the angle of his thrusts.

“Gods no,” he mumbles. “Now hush. Unless ye want to scream my name.”

And I do scream his name, loud and long, as my orgasm rolls through me making me cling to him on the cold floor of my office, his hips grinding into mine as he chases his own release.

I hold him as he surrenders to his own pleasure, combing my hands through his thick hair, the lingering joy of my own orgasm sparkling through my nerve endings.

The silence between us is companionable as we linger on the floor, gasping for breath, the hazy aftermath of lovemaking hanging in the air.

“Do ye think there’s other positions in that book of yers that might actually be humanly possible?” he says to me, his voice rumbling through me due to our chests being pressed together.

I push at his shoulders gently, and he reluctantly rises off of me, helping me to get to my feet.

I tug my sweater back down, still feeling the lingering warmth of Reggie’s hands imprinted on my skin like a gentle brand. My body is humming with a residual energy, my breath a touch uneven as I sneak a glance over at him.

“I think most of it is meant to be fanciful,” I reassure him. “We don’t have to go hunting for things to add to the mix. I think we do just fine without all of that.”

He pulls his shirt over his head with an easy motion, shaking out his wild, fiery red hair before smoothing it back into place. His sharp jawline, sprinkled with freckles, is tinged with a rosy hue from the friction of our heated encounter.

His amber eyes catch mine, and he flashes a grin, looking so thoroughly pleased with himself that it almost makes me laugh.

“I couldn’t agree more,” he says. “Still, I know ye like that stuff. No reason not to try and indulge in some of yer fantasies.”

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