Page 42 of On Icy Ground


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“That’s the plan, and that’s what you want, right? To experience pure, raw sex.”

My core tightens, and a gush of arousal runs down my inner thighs at the primal meaning of his words. I reach between us, stroking his erection. It’s hard but silky soft and wide. Holy shit, probably too wide to fit.

“I don’t mean physically.”

“Cookie, never, ever let anyone break you. No matter what, not even me. Got it?” His sincere and haunting tone swallows me whole. “And this isn’t just physical for me; your face plagues me when I close my eyes. I think about you all the damn time.”

“You do?”

“Yes,” he rasps like he can no longer speak clearly.

“I’m guilty of thinking about you too, so much that I forgot to turn in a paper this week. I was worried about you.”

“I’m a fighter. Don’t be concerned.”

I kiss his chest and pull on his nipple with my teeth while still playing with his dick.

My name falls from his mouth—words I want to hear forever. I’m making the bad boy of hockey growl my name. Since I found out Reed plays hockey, I’ve done a little research, and there’s an aura of mystery surrounding him.

His calloused fingers tilt my chin up so I’m looking him in the eye.

He kisses me tenderly like he doesn’t want to be the one to hurt me. But then as he spins me around, he demands, “Bend over. I can’t wait another second for my cock to feel what my fingers and tongue already have.”

He glides through my folds before he nudges the mushroom head at my entrance. After teasing me with his head, he pushes into me in one sweeping motion. Sounds build in my throat that I can’t get out. It hurts, and it’s painful, but then Reed spits out, “I’ve never been inside of anyone that felt this good. My cock feels at home surrounded by your velvety muscles.”

I cry out as he pumps and pulls on my hardened nipples “You like it a little rough?”

“I don’t know.”

He eases himself up, pulling my back into his chest and says, “Be honest.”

“I’ve never done this.”

“Had sex? Or had a giant cock take you from behind.” He laughs like a sex god.

I swallow hard, still peering into his eyes from over my shoulder. He’s a man. A man who knows how to make a woman come with only his words and knows how to shatter me into a million pieces.

“Giant… umm… what you said.”

“Cookie, don’t be afraid. I’m getting to know every sweet inch of you.” His voice lifts when he emphasizes sweet. “And you’ll beg me to stop but when I do, you’ll change your mind.”

There’s nothing I can say at this moment because I want to experience what he’s offering, even if it’s only one time. Something dark brews inside him, and I’m not sure I can handle him on a daily basis. Plus, Caleb.

Reed starts off slow, pulling all of the way out, and it hurts when he pushes back in. I grab the back of his thick thigh, trying to hold him in place, and a grunt reverberates from his throat.

“I’m in charge, but you can do whatever you need.”

He pounds me harder and does a swirling motion until I yell, “Yes. Yes.”

Pulling me tight, he gently presses his lips to my shoulder blade, in complete opposition to how he’s sending me into the abyss. “Good spot?”

Fucking hell. No man, or vibrator has ever found that spot. I mutter, “Such a good spot. I love that spot. Love that spot.”

Reed’s heavy breaths waft over my skin as he praises me. “Such a good girl.” His fingers dig into my hip, while the other wraps around my neck, and he comes through on his promise. It feels as if I’ve crossed over into another life or time—dazed and confused.

My body tightens. My legs attempt to straighten below him, but he wraps that masculine forearm around my waist, holding my weight, gently coaxing every last drop from my center.

Chapter Nineteen

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