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He stood then, and the clink of his belt unbuckling sent only more heat through me.
“Hold on tight,” he warned and rubbed his cock up and down my slit.
He spat on my slit, the hot splash of wetness on the place where his cock would push inside making my knees shake. Then he was sliding in. My pussy had gotten much better at taking him, but it still felt like he was going to split me in two sometimes.
“Fuck,” he hissed and bottomed out deep inside me. My cunt clenched around him, struggling to accept his size. “Good girl, Evie, get used to me.”
He rubbed my asshole with his finger, the delicate touch making me groan and push back against him, more wetness coating him, everything slipping and gliding like we’d been doused in oil.
“Take me into that perfect cunt and grip me like a glove, Tiny.” His other hand wrapped around my hair and tugged my head back, just the way I liked it. “My perfect, little good girl.” He timed his words with thrusts.“My love. My only.”
I was going to come; I couldn’t hold it. The angle was perfect, and the excitement of getting caught, plus the fact that he was fucking me right where the entire team had been sitting only an hour ago…It was all too much. Whenever I looked at this bench now, I was going to think of this perfect claiming.
I came just as he did. Surging hot liquid splashed inside me, filling me up and tipping me over the edge. Beckett ground his pulsing cock inside me, rubbing all the right places, and I screamed his name when I exploded.
When the contractions of pleasure had ebbed, and his cock slipped wetly — spent, but hardly smaller — from my pussy, that sliding feeling of wetness followed. His cum dripping out.
Beckett tutted and grabbed my panties, pulling them up my damp thighs. He put a wet finger to my neck on each side, wiping his essence there, just behind my ears.
“This is your perfume for the party.” He sat my panties on my hips, and the cum dripping from me sat snugly between my legs, gliding against my cunt. He followed with the tights, rolling them back up my ass and then smoothing my dress down.
I was perfectly presentable again, except for my tingling pussy and panties full of his cum.
He fixed my coat and tugged my hat back into place. “Let’s go, Cinderella. Time to get you to the ball.”
The party was in Marcus’ room at the hotel where the team were staying. Isabelle bounced over to me as soon as we’d made it through the door. She’d been in New York this weekend visiting her family and had jumped at the chance to come to celebrate the Hellions away game win.
“I think I’m finally starting to see the appeal of hockey,” she announced and twisted to look at Chase and Tyler, who already had their shirts off and were deeply engrossed in a game of strip poker with some Ice Girls.
Isabelle grinned up at Beckett. “Good evening, Mr. Anderson. Any chance you feel like that interview tonight?”
Beckett just chuckled. “Not tonight, ace. I’ll see you in a bit, Tiny. I’m going to catch up with Ash.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and moved into the crowd.
I took off my jacket and scarf and heaped them on the pile by the door.
“Is it really so terrible that I want to know exactly what happened that night?” Isabelle was pouting.
“It happened just like I told you.”
“But Beckett’s stepmom’s accident? Just days after she gets kicked to the curb by Soren Anderson – plus the fact that Colette Anderson was related to Professor Jefferies. There’s a story there, I can just feel it!”
“Shall we get a drink?” I tried to change the subject.
Isabelle rolled her eyes. “Fine. Let’s get drunk so you get loose-lipped and tell me everything.”
“There’s nothing to tell,” I insisted, leading the way to the bedroom, where drinks were set up along the vanity. “I’m not sure how this holds up as a party venue.”
“Yeah, it’s a little overcrowded. Especially because some of the cheerleaders showed up. Why are they in New York, anyway? Don’t they know this party is for hockey players, Ice Girls, and their hanger-on friends?”
“Nice,” a bitchy voice said behind us.
I sighed internally. Of course, it would be Selena. The girl was like a bad penny. She just kept showing up.
Selena sauntered in and hip-checked Isabelle subtly away from the drinks, reaching for them herself. “Marcus invited me, if you must know.”
“Wow, I thought he had better taste than that,” Isabelle murmured and took a sip of beer.
I caught a white-blonde flash of hair coming toward us.
