Page 26 of Ice Me Out

“That’ll come when we tour the dining room,” he informed me with a devilish smirk as he unbuttoned his dress shirt.

I cracked a smile and climbed off his lap, ditching my dress, kicking off my heels, and putting my braids into a bun. He peeled off his shirt, exposing sculpted muscles and tattoos—my favorite being the Olympic rings tattoo on his inner bicep from the Winter 2022 Olympics.

He stood up, towering over me, and began loosening his belt. My gaze flicked down, and he chucked my chin with a thick finger.

“Keep your eyes up here.”

I nodded and licked my lips anxiously as his eyes dared me to disobey.

“Hold out your hand.”

I did as I was told, and my mouth gaped in surprise when he dropped his dick in my hand. The weight made me look down, and I wondered if I was looking at the eighth wonder of the world. It jutted from his body, long and veined, and I couldn’t make up my mind as to whether I wanted him in my mouth or pussy. Hart released a breath through his nose when I wrapped my fingers around him and tugged.

“That’s good, Sugar. Keep doing that.”

I squeezed up his length to his crown that leaked precum, and smeared it over his slit. I added another hand and cupped his heavy balls. Our lips found each other again, and I felt us stumbling towards the couch. He sat, bringing me down with him. I swung my leg over his hips, spat in my hand, and lubed him up before lining him up to my entrance.

“Shhhit,” I moaned as I sank down his inches. The man was girthy and long, and I struggled to take him.

“Mm. Take your time, Sugar. We have all night,” Hart said, lacing his fingers behind his head. Eventually, I worked my way down his shaft, getting used to the burning and stretching as I went. I placed my hands on his shoulders and began fucking myself. I moved slowly at first, carefully gauging what Hart enjoyed. His face was so expressive, and he didn’t hold back on the vocals.

I grew confident and put my feet on the couch and dropped my pussy on him.

“Fuck, Vera!” he shouted, startling from his relaxed, reclined position against the couch.

“I got your attention, now, huh?” I taunted as my pussy sucked him in and spat him back out. He hissed through his teeth and groaned, staring at me with wide, delirious eyes. “Mhm, Sweet Hart. Keep making that face for me, baby, and I’m gonna fuck it.”

“God, I didn’t know you had such a filthy mouth,” he said, grabbing my ankles for support.

I rode his dick with my hands on my knees and was just catching my stride when Hart scooted his lower body off the couch.

“You’re doing great, Sugar, but I’m taking over,” he said, panting as I worked him. Before I realized what was happening, Hart pulled me down flat against his chest and tucked my head under his arm in a loose headlock. I shrieked when he hit me with a powerful, deep thrust. My cries of pleasure were muffled as he wildly pumped into me, delivering stroke after fucking stroke—each one bringing me closer to the edge.

“Come on, Sugar. Don’t tell me you got that stubborn pussy.” He slapped my ass with his free hand. “Fuck, let me have it, Vera. I’m hungry. I need to eat.”

My mouth dropped in a silent scream as Hart kept beating my walls up. My ass clapped thunderously against his thighs, delivering a harsh sting with every thrust. And when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he dipped lower and fucked me stupid.

And when I say stupid, I mean incoherent.

He released me from the headlock, and I came back up for air, drooling and mumbling obscenities.

“What was that, Sugar?” he asked, breath coming out in a harsh whisper.

“H-harder.”

He shot me a lopsided smirk.

“I can’t hear you, Sugar.”

“Harder!” I shrieked, planting my hands on his chest for support.

“Any harder than this, and that piece of plastic in you is gonna shift.”

He gripped my jaw tightly and forced me to maintain eye contact with him. That was my undoing.

My orgasm came swiftly—more intense than I’d ever experienced. I shook violently as I gushed on his dick, and tears gathered at the corner of my eyes. Hart slowed his strokes, still staring into my eyes.

“You okay?” he asked, smoothing a hand down my face as I came down.