Page 47 of Ice Contact

“I’d like to knowallof your secrets, Hayes.”

“Naps. Lots of naps. That’s how hockey players survive, especially during crazy travel weeks. We eat lunch, then we nap to get some energy back before the game. It’s all very choreographed actually.”

“Wow, choreographed is a big word for a tough jock hockey player to use,” she taunts, tilting her head with a smirk.

“You sure are a feisty siren in the morning, aren’t you? You want to get punished before the coffee is even brewed?”

“Well, sir, we do have some time while the coffee is percolating, and, wouldn’t you know, there is a countertop right next to the coffee pot.”

I swear to all things Gretzky this woman is damn perfect. She fucking loves me being in control, and I love having her. My heart is furiously pumping blood straight to my dick at her words.God I have so many things I want to do to her.

“I have a better idea,” I say taking a step toward Olivia and throwing her over my shoulder. She squeals as I walk her over and toss her on the couch. She’s still wearing my jersey. With nothing on underneath. Seeing my name on her back gets me so turned on.But right now, I need to see every inch of her body. I lean her up and strip her, leaving her naked before me. Fuck she’s so damn sexy.

I kneel in front of her, slowly kissing my way up her irresistible legs. She pushes her hands through my hair, goosebumps covering my skin as she massages my scalp, making my dick jump inside my boxer briefs. Nerves tingle up my spine as she lightly tugs at the strands, pulling a grunt from my chest as I move my lips closer to the top of her thighs.

She stiffens, sitting up to look me in the eyes. “Hayes, you really don’t have to do this. Let me do something for you.”

“You’re right, Olivia,” I level my eyes at her with a stern, disappointed look, “I don’t have to do this. I fuckingwantto. I want to taste you. I want to please you. I want to make you scream my name so loud my neighbors call to complain. You are not, and you never will be, a burden or an inconvenience to me. Got it?”

She pauses for a moment, but a shy smile creeps up on her face as she replies. “Yes.”

I pause for a moment …my cock tenting my boxer briefs, wondering if she’s up for a little more.

I grip her chin, tilting it toward me, forcing her to look me in the eye. “Yes, what?”

She looks at me with wide, wondering eyes, swallowing before she shyly replies, “Yes, sir.”

My heart pounds at the sound of her calling me sir.Fuck. I knew this girl would be fun, but she is my every dream come to life.

“Better. Now, are you going to be a good girl for me and sit here while I put my tongue on this gorgeous body of yours and make you come?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s my siren,” I purr as she moans at the praise. I lean down again, parting her thighs to get a full view of her. “This cunt is mine.” I place my lips on her inner thigh, sinking my teeth in just the tiniest bit, and sucking her delicious skin until she’s crying out again.

“Oh my God, wow. What…what are you doing?” she looks at me with her brows narrowed, but a glimmer of excitement.

“You belong to me, siren. I'm marking you so there's no doubt in your mind that I will ever wantanyoneelse in this world but you.”

She arches her back with a moan as I part her lips, keeping her right on the edge, finally giving in and circling my tongue on her sensitive clit.She is so wet for me already.

“That feels unreal,” she gasps with broken breaths.

I devour her, taking my time. Once again, paying attention to her every sound, every movement she makes to ensure I’m working her in just the right spots. Her body quivers as she grinds herself against my mouth. Pride swells within me as I feel her enjoying this. Her pleasure fills an empty space in my heart I didn’t realize existed.I’ve got my girl right where I want her.

Looking up as I taste her, I see her palming her gorgeous tits. “What a good fucking girl you are, squeezing those tits for me,” I growl as she lets out a sultry moan. “You like being a good girl for me?”

“Shit…. Yes. I love being your good girl.”

My eyes roll back in my head as I let out a loud growl. I fuckingknewshe had a praise kink. Holy shit I love this woman.

“Good. Next time, you’ll ask before you put your hands on yourself like that, or you’ll receive a punishment. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I place my hand around her throat with just the slightest pressure. “Yeswhat, Olivia?”

Her stunned gaze bores into my eyes,

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