Hot Puck (Rough Riders Hockey 2)

“Yes,” she complained.

Growling, Beckett slid both hands up her back, curved them over her shoulders. Holding her in place, he pushed deep. Pressure spread through her hips. Eden sucked air, and her throat closed. The stretch burned and the utter fullness ached in the most decadent, most thrilling way. Her eyes closed, and she arched. Then let out a moan that came from the pit of her stomach and expressed how utterly mind-bending he felt.

“Is that what you wanted?” he asked, his voice rough, breathless and demanding.

But she couldn’t speak.

“Is it deep enough?” A dark sexy edge tinged his voice. “Because I think I can fuck you deeper.”

Before Eden could even clear her head, Beckett used his knees to spread her thighs wider. He gripped her waist with both hands and pushed her forward, drawing his length out. The move also arched her back and angled her pelvis higher.

Without warning, he thrust again. His cock burned a path straight through the center of her body and slammed her cervix. Eden cried out in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. The sensations blended and swamped her. Her head dropped back on a cry. Her hands fisted in the comforter. This was her first glimpse of how addictive sex could be.

The animalistic sound of pleasure in Beckett’s throat added heat between her legs. Without releasing her waist, he bent his head to whisper in her ear, “I think I can get deeper. I’ve still got a good inch until my balls are pressed up against you.”

Holy. Fuck. But all she got out was a sound deep in her throat.

“I think that excites you. Your pussy squeezed my cock.”

“Yes…”

“What?” He leaned closer, and flexed his hips, pushing him that much deeper and making Eden’s eyes roll back. “Yes, what? What do you want, Eden?”

“Every…thing,” she forced out. “Give me…all of it.”

His growl was hot and pleased and guttural. Holding her hips at that tilted angle, Beckett pulled out slowly, until his tip slipped all the way out of her, leaving her feeling empty. He stroked his slick length across her pussy, dragging himself over her clit and making Eden moan. Pressing back inside her, he drove home in three full, hard pumps.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Eden was shaking and panting, her fingers cramping in the comforter, when Beckett drew out of her and rubbed his wet cock over her pussy again.

“Is that good?” he wanted to know, his voice a hungry growl at her ear.

“So…good.”

She rocked her hips to rub her clit against his cock, moaning at the contact.

“Do you want me to keep fucking you?”

“Please, fuck me.”

A huff of laughter rolled out. “That is so hot.” He bit her shoulder, then licked the burn. “Those words out of your mouth turn me on so hard.”

She turned her head and met his eyes over her shoulder. “Beckett,” she breathed. “Shut up and fuck me.”

His eyes turned so dark, they looked black. The desire etched in his expression made the need inside Eden boil.

He slid his fingers through

her folds, and Eden gasped. Then he stroked her wetness over his cock and eased into her again. Then plunged.

Pain and pleasure spiraled up the center of Eden’s body, and she cried out. With both hands at her waist, he held her steady for each hit, ensuring his cock drove deep. His head hammered something inside her that made her want to climb out of her skin to climax. His sac smacked her perineum, titillating her with a little sting on each thrust. Beckett’s hands liked to take turns roaming over her ass, his fingers wet from his mouth, stroking her perineum or the rim of her anus in maddening, insanity-inducing, endless circles.

Eden had her comforter twisted into knots in both hands and was using her knees to rock back into his drives before she finally resorted to begging.