Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
I pushed back onto my knees for better leverage, holding fast to Ariana’s hips as she spread her legs wide and allowed me the perfect access to drive in. Her beautiful, full tits bounced with every pulse, her hands flying into her hair, lips swollen from my kiss.
The sight was enough to undo me.
I tried to wait, but I just couldn’t fucking handle it.
“Fuck, Ari. I can’t—”
She moaned and urged me on, reaching between her legs to play with her clit and come with me. And the second she tightened around me and trembled out her first cry of pleasure, I gave myself permission to follow.
I came with her name on my lips and in my soul, just like she’d said before. If there really was such a thing as soul mates, she was it for me.
Neither of us were satiated. We’d no sooner come down from the first high than we were reaching for the next. This time, Ariana flipped over, offering me a beautiful sight of her backside before she was begging me to take her from behind.
I was still wet from my release, and when I pushed inside her, my cum leaked out and coated us more.
“Fuck,” I breathed, the sensation too much, the reality so fucking perfect I felt I didn’t deserve it.
I lowered until I could hold her breasts while I fucked her, until I could bite her throat as each moan rumbled through it.
“You feel so fucking good like this,” I breathed against her neck.
She moaned her agreement, throwing her head back against my shoulder as she met my thrust with one of her own. She thrust her ass back against me, our skin slapping together, sweat prickling the backs of our necks.
“You need more, don’t you,” I mused, smirking against her slick skin as I trailed a hand down her back and over the swell of her ass. “So needy. So filthy. So fucking mine.”
I pressed a finger inside her, my cock buried in her pussy as I finger-fucked her asshole, and it earned me the sweetest demolition of her control. She trembled so hard she nearly fell into the sheets, her moans loud and unbridled, her body convulsing with desire.
“That’s it, Ari,” I crooned, slowing my pulses so I could push her to her edge. I curled my finger in time with my cock stretching her until she was meeting my thrusts again, begging for more. “You’re so full of me, aren’t you, baby? Taking my cock so well. Taking this finger in your ass.”
That was all it took for her to find her second release, and the way she whimpered through it told me it hit lightning hot and fast.
For hours, we destroyed my bed. I fucked her until my thighs were weak and she was pushing me onto my back, taking over and riding me into another climax. I tasted her until she came on my tongue. She repaid the favor after only a couple hours of sleep.
We wrapped ourselves up in one another, locking out the outside world. There was so much to face when the morning light came, but the night belonged to us.
And the future did, too.
On Top of the World
Shane
Six Months Later
“This was a hard-fought battle, and I think our team needed the win more this season than ever before. I mean, I don’t have to say it for all of you in this room to know we’ve had a tough go of it. A lot of changes. A lot of distractions along the way.”
The room full of press murmured their acknowledgment to my statement, some of them sharing knowing looks across the room.
“I’m always proud of this team, win or lose, because I know how hard we work. I know the personal and professional sacrifices we’ve all made along the way. But I’m extra proud tonight. I’m…” I shook my head, running a hand over my jaw. “These guys played their hearts out in this last series, and I know they didn’t just win it for themselves. They won to make a statement. The Tampa Bay Ospreys are here to stay, and we’re a threat — not just this season, but every one.”
Hands flew up around the room, everyone vying for my attention to be the next one to ask a question, and I couldn’t help the goofy grin I wore despite how exhaustion was seeping into my bones the later the night turned. I was damp and cold from having a cooler full of ice water thrown on me. My voice was hoarse from screaming. Every bone in my body ached like I’d run a marathon, but none of it mattered.
Because we’d won the Stanley Cup.
It felt even more surreal than the first time it happened for me. I always imagined the day I’d make it there as a player, the day I’d hoist that trophy over my head and kiss it as I skated around an arena full of screaming fans. But as a coach? It hit even deeper. I felt pride like I couldn’t explain, knowing what every single player had to overcome and push through in order to make the win happen.