Page 90 of Slap Shot Scandal
The declaration’s so simple, yet so determined.
Like he’s never letting me go.
That’s what rockets me over the edge, my body convulsing as I shatter around his hand.
“Yes…yes…yes…” I pant the words, Weston wringing every last drop of orgasm from me. A light sheen of sweat slicks my skin and I’m burning all over.
For him.
“You begged so sweet, Hurricane.” A smile dances on his lips, a dark glint in his eyes. “And I’m not even done yet.”
Taking both my wrists in his hand, he eases my arms above my head.
“Right there, just like that, baby. Hands above your head. Just for me.”
Breath hitching, I swallow hard as he pulls down hisboxer briefs and kicks them off. Nothing’s between us now. No clothing, no pretense.
It’s just me and Weston in this moment.
“God, you’re stunning.” He stares down at me, at my breasts arching up toward him due to the position, my rosy nipples.
Licking his lips, he drops to my nipple, sucking the sharp point into his warm mouth. Pleasure rolls down my spine, my pussy throbbing with each swirl of his tongue.
“Say you’re mine, Harbor.” The words a whisper on the heated skin of my breast, he flicks my nipple with his tongue, then grazes the tender bud with his teeth.
“I’m yours, Weston.” My voice is high-pitched, breathy and needy.
“Good girl.” His praise oozes over me like warm maple syrup, filling my chest with a lightness. “That’s a good fucking girl,” he murmurs, nipping at my other breast. “So fucking perfect for me.”
I let out a strangled moan, another orgasm already building, and he hasn’t even penetrated me yet.
“Fuck me, Weston. Please,” I beg, desperate for him.
Every single perfect inch of him.
“I love how needy you are, Hurricane. I like making you come undone.” He plays with my clit and I arch up against his palm, circling my hips to get more of his touch.
“I want you inside me.” I practically keen the words, and he shoots me a sheepish grin.
“Then spread those legs, Harbor. Because I’m about to fuck you like you’re mine.”
Gripping my thighs, he drags me down to the edge of the bed. He grabs a condom and rolls it on, then thrusts deep inside me in one smooth, perfect motion.
“So fucking perfect, Harbor.” His voice is strained,reverent, as he moves inside me. Filling me all the way up. I’ve never felt so full, stretched in all the right ways.
Keeping my wrists pinned above my head, he drives into me again and again. Our hips moving in sync, no space between us at all.
“That’s a good girl, Harbor. Take it, all of it. Let me fill you all the way up, baby.”
Weston pistons in and out, faster and faster, my heart hammering so hard I feel like I might explode. Black dots dance in my peripheral vision and my muscles spasm.
“Come for me, Harbor. Come all over me, gorgeous. I want to feel you lose it around my cock.”
That’s all it takes to unravel me fully and completely. I fracture around him, crying out and shuddering.
“Weston!”
He slams his mouth to mine, swallowing my cries with a possessive kiss. Keeping up the rhythm, he chases his own release. A few thrusts later, he explodes inside me.
