Page 88 of Slap Shot Surprise
That made her laugh a little. “Thanks for the warning.”
“I didn’t want you to be unpleasantly surprised.”
“Joe, your naked body could never be an unpleasant surprise to me.” She stretched out beside me, and I pulled her close, anxious to feel those voluptuous new curves against my skin. It wasn’t anything I’d say out loud, but there was something so hot about the fact thatI’dcausedthese changes.
And in fact, as my hands moved over her skin, I couldn’t help feeling somewhat proprietary about her body—like it somehow belonged partly to me. I knew it was wrong to think that way. I knew it wasn’t true. I knew I deserved a slap across the face from a thousand angry feminists for it, but not only did Ihavethe thought, Ilikedit. It turned me on.
Bringing my lips to hers, I kissed her hard and deep, and she wound her arms around my neck, holding me tight. I slipped one knee between her legs and she squeezed my thigh with hers, rubbing against me. I ran a hand down her lower back, inside her underwear, curling my fingers around her ass. My hips flexed instinctively, pushing my cock into her hip.
She reached between us, and I gave her the space to close her fist around my shaft, groaning as she worked her hand up and down its hard length and teased the crown with playful fingers. When I felt myself nearing a breaking point, I rolled her onto her back and moved down her body until my head was between her legs. “Is this okay?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I slipped my fingers over the edge of her underwear. “Can I take these off?”
“Yes.”
I pulled the panties down her legs and tossed them to the floor. Then I hooked my hands beneath her thighs and buried my face between them. Inhaling her scent. Savoring her taste. Sucking her like candy.
She moaned and sighed, the sounds making me hungrier—especially when she said my name. I used my fingers and tongue in tandem until her hips lifted, her thighs clenched, and she cried out with abandon, her clit pulsing on my tongue. I didn’t stop until I felt the tension in her body release completely, and her sighs grew softer.
“Oh God, Joe.” Her fingers tightened in my hair. “The things you do to me.”
“You want more?” I got to my knees, fisting my cock.
“Yes,” she said, reaching for my hips, pulling me closer.
Bracing myself above her, I paused. “This is okay, right? We won’t hurt you or the baby?”
“It’s okay.”
“Do you want me to wear a condom?”
“Well, I’m already pregnant.” She hesitated. “Have you—are you?—?”
“I hadn’t been with anyone for months before we met. And there hasn’t been anyone since. I haven’t even thought about it.”
“Me neither,” she said softly. “So I think we’re good.”
“I can be gentle,” I told her as I eased inside her body, hoping it was true.
“Don’t be gentle. Be rough.” She wrapped her arms and legs around me, whispering in my ear. “I like it when you lose control. When you fuck me hard.”
I groaned as I buried myself as deeply as I could. “Cupcake, you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Then show me,” she urged, digging her nails into my ass. “Teach me a lesson.”
That was all I needed.
I remembered exactly what she’d liked from that night at the hotel—the pace and pressure and angle that brought her to the edge—and when I had her there, sweaty and grasping and begging and rocking her hips beneath me, I relinquished my gentleman’s hold on the reins and allowed my most primal instincts to take charge. The crazy thing was, although my body had gone through these motions before and knew what it wanted and how to get it, my head was filled with new thoughts that made everything feel like the first time.
Bananas irrational possessive caveman thoughts.
She’s mine. She belongs to me. I put a life in her body. No one else has ever done that before. I am powerful. I am more than a man. I am a god.
See what I mean?
I even thought about the future husband she’d mentioned, and the fury that coursed through my veins only made me more unhinged.
