Page 56 of Ice Daddy
But her lips seemed to heal the wounds in his heart and sweep away the confusion in his head. He began to kiss her deeper, and his cock rose again, pumping longer with each pulse of his heart.
“Hm,” she giggled, her breath hot in his ear. “Getting excited again, I see.”
Paige wrapped her tiny hand around his lumbering shaft. She tugged him in the dark, her luscious tongue slithering against his, until he was swollen in her fist. She began to jerk him harder, faster, her fist pumping up and down his length like a piston.
“Paige …” he sighed.
Her touch felt so right—but guilt still lingered in his head like a morning fog. He didn't know what to do, and a complicated knot tightened in his throat.
“Sucking your cock made me so wet, Lance.” Paige whispered. “Wanna feel?”
She stole his hand and placed it between her legs. The blistering heat between her thighs beckoned for his touch like a siren's song. He was lured to it. An animal desire filled him, and Lance burrowed his hand under the waist of her sexy red panties. His fingers delicately traced her sopping wet folds, soft as silk.
“Damn, Paige,” he whispered. “You're so wet.”
His touch made her writhe and moan with pleasure beneath him. He couldn't stop himself now. His fingers ran along her slit and teased her folds apart until she begged for his finger.
Lance dipped his finger into her creamy tightness and finger-fucked her, one cruel inch at a time. Paige began to gasp and moan as his finger cork screwed into her vise-tight walls. Her breathless pants came like puffs on his neck, hot, humid and sticky.
“Paige,” Lance groaned vulnerably. He knew he couldn't trust himself. If she wanted him, how could he resist …?
“Please,” she begged. “I want you inside me. Ineedyou inside me, Lance.”
She spoke those words like a spell. Her words clouded Lance's judgment and he did the only thing he could do. He let out a hungry growl and dragged Paige to the edge of the love seat. He spread her legs, pulled her panties askew, and set the tip of his cock at her opening.
“Inside me,” she whispered, nodding.
Lance pushed forward, sinking his weight into her tight, sweltering hole.
“God, yes,” he grunted as his hips crashed into her pelvis.
Chapter 24
Paige
Paigeguided the hockey star's hands to the throbbing warmth between her legs.Despite being so rough and calloused, he had the perfect touch: skilled, smooth, confident. They wereman'shands, and Paigewanted his titan-sized mitts all over her body.
His touch was magical. But even as he thrust his thick finger in and out of her, her juices pooling on the base of his finger, Paigestillcouldn't shake the feeling that he was holding something back.
What's wrong?
She didn't know.
She also couldn't be sure she wasn't imagining it entirely.
Her legs spread wider for him. Her moans were designed to coax the athlete to explore her deeper, to totally lose himself in her.
Soon, she begged for him. He dragged her across the love seat until her bottom hung off the edge of the sofa, as if he were a caveman and she were his pitiful plaything. But never had she felt so pleased, so relieved, to belong to someone.
She tried to stare into his eyes as he mounted her, but Lance kept his eyes squeezed shut. Slowly, his solid inches filled her, and his girth stretched her wide. Paige sank her nails into his wide, muscular back as she adjusted to his size. He tunneled further into her tightness, grunting and groaning with male delight.
At last, his chiseled waist touched her pelvis. He was buried inside her, and for a few perfect seconds, they held perfectly still, mated in blissful union. Paige quivered at the sensation of Lance's cock, throbbing with his pulse.
Then, with a grunt and a gasp, they came apart.
Again, he slid into her, and slowly withdrew.
She needed more. She neededallof him. Paige wrapped her legs around the taut athlete and pulled him tighter, closer, deeper into her body.
