Page 56 of Ice King

On the ice and now in the bedroom.

Let alone his other skills, which I had to admit I was craving to see. A wolf in the forest.

Tingling all over, I rolled my lips to his cockhead once again, sucking the tip for a few seconds before he finally pushed my head. A reminder not to taunt him longer than necessary.

When I took him down an inch at a time, my jaw ached almost instantly, my pussy throbbing from the rush of desire. I was thrown by the enjoyment I had, something that I’d hated before. Why was it that everything I was doing with him was entirely different, so much more enjoyable?

His sighs were heavy from exasperation and the way his fingers caught in my long strands was possessive. He rocked on the balls of his feet as I took him down another inch until the tip hit the back of my throat.

I could tell he was murmuring something, and knowing him a very lurid statement, but my concentration was tight, hoping I could deep throat him. When I realized that was impossible given his huge size, I shifted my intention to sucking while I twisted my hand around the base.

The taste of him was sweet and tangy and my hunger rocked off the charts. With every inch of me tingling, I was losing control from my own sense of need.

Another deep groan was followed by him pushing my shoulders. I didn’t want the connection broken, my whimper sharing my thoughts.

“Not like this. Not right now.” His savage side was suddenly exposed when he grabbed me around the waist, lifting me off the bed. I threw both my arms and legs around him while he crawled onto the center of the bed.

Then with the gentleness of a man who cared about a woman’s needs, he eased me down onto my back, taking the time to fan my hair out on both sides. The move caught me by surprise almost as much as the way he was looking at me. He darted his eyes back and forth before taking a single finger and tracing the bridge of my nose. When he reached my chin, I was almost to the point of being hypnotized by his actions.

He had that strong of an effect on me.

There was a silent way about him that was completely different from his over the top personality. When he replaced a single finger with several, keeping them flexed open as he rolled them down my face, I was breathless with excitement. He continued his path, traveling down my chest, a very evil smile crossing his handsome face just a split second before he tweaked my nipple.

That was a split second before he dropped his head, sucking on my other bud. His mouth was on fire, so much so almost instantly I started panting.

The torment lasted several minutes with him rubbing his lips to my other nipple, repeating his actions not once but twice. When he finally kicked my legs apart, I pressed my hands on his chest, kneading his muscles this time.

Was there even an inch of this man that wasn’t hot as Hades?

I found out the answer when he pressed all of his body against me. Being breathless around him was becoming a true artform. With the grin lingering on his wide face, he shifted his hips back and forth.

“Be careful taunting me,” I told him. “I’ve been told I’m a real beast.” His laugh was deep, filling the room with sound while he rose onto his hands, peering down at me with a carnal look that sent more than a single wave of shivers down and across my body.

“Bring it on, puck girl.”

“Puck girl. Now, you’re insulting me?”

“Oh, that’s not an insult. That’s a compliment. It means you’re a formidable woman. Through. And. Through.”

“Mmm… You’re right about that,” I cooed the words while rubbing my palm down his chest, taking his cock into my hand. As I wrapped one leg around his, I placed the tip against my wet pussy lips. I was the one to thrust my hips up, pushing a couple of inches inside.

His laugh continued, his actions as controlled as he was with the puck on the ice. Waiting for the perfect moment. When he decided it was time, he thrust his cock deep inside.

This time, I didn’t bother hiding my scream, enjoying the sound I made while his cock stretched my pussy muscles.

“So damn tight. You’ve been hungering for a long time.” He pulled out, driving into me again. While his actions were completely controlled, I could tell by the look in his eyes that wouldn’t last long.

I wrapped my other leg around him, entwining my feet. “You’re right, which means I get what I want.”

“We’ll see.”

There was something about the look on his face that kept me captivated, a deeper hunger than simply enjoying passion. I gripped his arms while he took his time easing almost all the way out, teasing me by sliding his cock in with slow precision.

The sensations were red-hot and keeping every part of me dancing with heated current. We rocked together, the force he used keeping the excitement at the forefront. The headboard was driven into the wall making a spectacular racket.

We were pulled together, the heat of our bodies swirling around us. As before, he didn’t seem to be in a hurry, enjoying the moment shared while we stared into each other’s eyes.

He was so vigorous, every muscle one to study and measure for sheer perfection. There was nothing like the crazed look in his eyes and once again, I was drawn back into the fantasy. Almost wishing he would chase me through a forest.