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I can hardly breathe. My chest keeps seizing up, and my cock is painfully hard. I lick my lips, shaking my head. “How does it feel?”
“So full,” she gasps, and I watch as she moves up and down on the dildo, her eyes trained on me.
“Fuck, baby girl, you’re killing me.”
My little minx only grins as she reaches for my slacks. “Ready to fuck my mouth?”
Before I can answer or even form a thought, she brings me to her with a tug, undoes my belt and then my pants before pushing them down my hips to my thighs. My cock springs up at her, engorged and throbbing. The tip is leaking as I look down at her with hooded eyes. She grabs me by the base of my cock and runs her tongue along the tip. I thread my fingers through her hair as I push the head of my cock between her slick lips. The feel of her mouth, all wet and hot around the head of my cock, has me hissing out a breath as I push farther into her mouth.
I worry I might hurt her, but her gaze meets mine and she urges me with her eyes. I hold the sides of her head, and I thrust deep into her mouth. My baby girl doesn’t gag, her eyes on me as she falls back onto the dildo. When she moans around my cock, I lose my goddamned mind.
I fuck her throat.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” I hiss, my ass clenching as I push my cock down her throat. Tears gush down her cheeks, clinging to her lashes as I fuck her ruthlessly. Each thrust has the dildo going farther inside her greedy cunt, and she moans around my cock. In doing so, I’m able to go deeper into her throat, cutting off all airflow. I still, watching as her eyes widen, tears burning in them before I pull back to let her breathe. She inhales sharply, spit escaping the sides of hermouth and around my cock. Her tongue rolls up under my cock, and I lose my ever-loving mind.
“Knowing each of your holes is full for me…?” I hold her tight in my hands as I fuck her pretty mouth. Her eyes never leave mine, but they do roll back when I assume she comes. Her body shakes as she cries out around my cock, and I only fuck her throat harder. Each thrust is like coming home, and I swear, nothing in the world matters but this beautiful girl. I feel my balls pull up, heat gathers in my spine, and I thrust deep before I explode down her throat. She moans deeply, sucking me as my come overflows her swollen mouth. The sight, knowing she’s full in each hole because of me has me roaring her name.
I shout so loud, my ears ring.
When I feel a tap on my thigh, I look down to see her flushed face and more tears leaking out. I pull back, and she gasps, inhaling deeply through her nose, and I drop to my knees before her. I gather her in my arms, pulling her off the dildo and into my lap. She’s drenched and covers my slacks with her release. I kiss her mouth, tasting myself on her tongue, and the primal part of me loves that my come is in her mouth. I kiss her lips, her jaw, her cheeks before licking the tears from her sweet navy eyes. I move her hair off her face and kiss her lips once more.
Clara’s mischievous gaze meets mine, and when she smirks at me, I feel my heart sing for her.
“Bet you didn’t think a bit about losing.”
I can’t help it. I laugh hard, shaking my head. I cup her jaw, dusting her lips with mine. Against them, I whisper, “If this is the reward I get for losing, baby girl, I never want to win again.”
Her eyes sparkle, passion, lust, and sweetness in her navy depths. “But when you win the Cup, you get my ass.”
I groan as I capture her mouth with mine.
This girl is going to kill me.
And I’ll enjoy my death at her hands a thousand times over.
CHAPTER 24
Clara
The Bears won in Michigan, with Alex pulling a shutout, while our team scored four times. They came back hard, and I love the determined, excited look it put on Riggs’s face. I’ve noticed that his mood is often related to how his boys do. He gets wound up so tightly, almost as if he feels their losses as his own, which I guess they are. They are an extension of him. It’s easy to see how much he cares about not only the boys, but his job. I admire that about him. He loves hockey so much, and his passion for the sport is so beautiful.
It leaves me breathless.
The passion he expresses is my favorite thing about him. If it’s not about hockey or the pups, it’s about me. In all ways, I want to make him proud. To make him as happy as he makes me. When he comes home after a hard game or practice, I do everything in my power to relieve him of his tension. As much as I hate being apart from him, the anticipation of him coming home to me is something I never thought I would enjoy. I love how he comes undone; I love how he grunts my name, how his eyes get lost in mine, and how I feel him everywhere. Hecherishes me. He cares for me. Riggs is everything I knew he was behind the mask, behind the gruffness, the grumpiness.
He’s the man of all my dreams.
Even when he looks like he’s ready to tear the mic from its stand and throw it at the reporters. I knit my brows, and my heart aches as he defends his team after their loss at home. Really, the Bears played a strong, good game. Just a fluke goal off our player’s skate that slipped through Alex’s closed pads, leading the Griffins to victory. It’s frustrating, and I can see the weight on Riggs’s shoulders.
Elliot leans into me at the back of the room. I didn’t intend on coming to the press conference, but I wanted eyes on Riggs. When the goal went in, I saw his shoulders fall, I saw the tightness of his jaw, and I wanted to soothe it all. I know how badly he wants this, and I want it for him.
“He looks like he might kill everyone in this room.”
I nod at my sister. “Yeah, it seems that way, for sure.”
“How are things going?”
A smile pulls at my lips. “Wonderful. He’s…”
