Page 126 of Pucking Daddy

"I need you inside me," she says, her voice firm despite the tremor running through her body. "Now, Jaxon. Please."

I don’t need telling twice. I reach for my wallet, fumbling for a moment before tearing into a foil packet. My breath hitches as I roll the latex down, the friction of my own hands nearly undoing me.

Once protected, I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her opening. Then, in one smooth thrust, I bury myself inside her.

Her head falls back against the concrete, a moan escaping her throat that echoes through the empty arena.

I hold still for one agonizing moment, feeling her stretch around me, feeling the way her body welcomes mine like we are made to fit together.

"Move," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Jaxon, I need you to move."

I pull back until just the tip remains inside her, then snap my hips forward.

The sound of our bodies meeting echoes through the arena, obscenely loud in the silence.

I set a punishing pace, each thrust driving her harder against the barrier.

"Is this what you wanted?" I growl against her ear, my hand finding her clit. "Wanted me to fuck you right here where anyone could see?"

Zara’s response is a soft moan before her teeth sink lightly into my shoulder.

"Answer me," I demand, my fingers pressing harder against her clit.

"Yes," she gasps. "God, yes. I've wanted this for—ah—weeks."

The confession sends a surge of primal satisfaction through me. I increase my pace, driving into her with a desperation I haven't felt in years.

The pressure that's been building in my chest for weeks—the stress of the job, the loneliness of being a single father, the weight of expectations—all of it fades away, replaced by the singular focus of this woman in front of me.

Her walls start to flutter around me, and I know she's close.

I can feel my own orgasm building at the base of my spine, but I force myself to hold back.

"Look at me," I command, and her eyes fly open, gray and wild and locked onto mine. "I want you to see exactly who's making you feel this."

"I see you." Her voice breaks on the words. "I always see you."

Something cracks in my chest. Something I've been protecting for years, holding at a distance from everyone except Lily.

Zara has slipped past all my defenses without even trying, and now she is here, wrapped around me, taking everything I have to give.

I slide one hand between us, my thumb finding her clit again, and she cries out—loud enough that if anyone has been left in the building, they would've heard.

I don't care. Let them hear. Let the whole damn world know.

"Come for me, Zara," I murmur against her neck, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "Let go."

She does.

Her whole body tenses, her back arching as the orgasm tears through her. I feel her clench around me, rhythmic pulses that push me over the edge right along with her.

I bury myself as deep as I can go, spilling inside her with a groan that seems to come from somewhere outside myself.

For a long moment, neither of us moves. Our breathing is ragged, fogging in the cold air. Her forehead presses against mine, her fingers still tangled in my hair.

"Well," she murmurs eventually, a hint of that sunshine smile breaking through. "I'll never look at center ice the same way again."

I huff a laugh, the tension in my shoulders finally—finally—releasing. "That makes two of us."