Page 107 of Secrets on Ice

He stands up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with lust. He pulls me off the island, spinning me around and bending me over it, my breasts pressed against the cool countertop. He then frees his cock, rolling a condom on in record time, and thrusts into me in one hard stroke, bottoming out with a groan.

“Fuck,” he growls, gripping my hips as he starts fucking me hard and deep. “This pussy feels so good. You love taking my cock like this, don’t you? Bent over the kitchen island like a little slut.”

I moan loudly, pushing back against him, meeting every thrust. He reaches around and rubs my clit, fucking me harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the apartment.

We don’t stop there.

He fucks me on the couch next.

I push him down onto the cushions and climb on top, straddling him, sinking down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion. The stretch is perfect, filling me so deep I moan loudly as I start riding him hard, hands on his chest for leverage.

“Fuck, yes.” He groans, hands gripping my ass, guiding me as I bounce on his cock. “Look at you, taking every inch like you were made for it. Ride me, baby. Use me. I want to feel you fuck yourself on my cock.”

I grind down harder, rolling my hips, loving the way he fills me, the way his cock hits that perfect spot inside me with every movement. My breasts bounce with every thrust, and he leans up to suck one nipple into his mouth, biting gently as I moan his name.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me,” he growls against my skin. “I love how you squeeze me when you ride me like this. You’re so eager for it, aren’t you? Can’t get enough of my cock stretching you open.”

I shake my head, riding him faster, chasing the pleasure building inside me. He slaps my ass lightly, the sting making me gasp and clench around him.

“That’s it, Em. Fuck me like you own me. Show me how bad you need this. Let me feel how much your body wants me.”

I come hard, clenching around him, crying out as the orgasm crashes through me. He flips us suddenly, pinning me beneath him on the couch, and fucks me through it, hard and deep, but he’s not done with me yet. He then bends me over the back of the couch, fucking me from behind. He stands behind me, one hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back as he thrusts into me hard and deep. The sound of skin slapping skin filling the room as he fucks me with long, powerful strokes.

“Fuck, Em,” he growls, tugging my hair just enough to make me gasp. “You look so good like this. Bent over for me, taking my cock so deep. You love it when I fuck you like this, don’t you? When I take you from behind and make you feel every inch.”

I moan loudly, pushing back against him, meeting every thrust. The pull on my hair sends sparks down my spine, the slight sting mixing perfectly with the pleasure of him filling me.

He slaps my ass lightly, the sharp sting making me clench around him. “That’s it, baby. Push back on me. Show me how much you need this dick. You’re so fucking responsive for me. Every time I pull your hair you get even wetter.”

I’m losing myself in it, moaning his name, my body moving with his, chasing the building pleasure. He reaches around and rubs my clit in tight circles, fucking me harder, deeper, his voice low and rough in my ear.

“I love how your body reacts to me. Come for me, Em. Let me feel you come all over my cock while I’m buried inside you.”

I come hard, crying out, thighs shaking as the orgasm crashes through me. He fucks me through it, groaning my name as he follows me over the edge, burying himself deep and coming with a low, guttural sound.

We make it to his bed eventually, where he ties my hands to the headboard and fucks me slow and deep, whispering filthy praise in my ear until I come again, sobbing his name. I’m completely at his mercy, arms stretched above my head, body open and exposed for him. The way he looks at me, dark, hungry, possessive, makes my pussy throb with anticipation. He crawls over me, kissing me deeply as he slides into me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. He fucks me slow and deep, grinding against my clit with every thrust, his mouth on my neck, my breasts, my lips.

“You feel so fucking good like this,” he murmurs against my ear, voice low and rough. “Tied up for me, taking my cock so deep. You look so beautiful when you’re spread open, letting me use you.”

I moan, pulling against the tie, hips rolling to meet his slow, deliberate thrusts. He keeps the pace torturously slow, drawing it out, making me feel every inch of him as he moves inside me.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, biting my earlobe. “Feel how deep I am. Feel how perfectly you take me. You’re such a good girl for me, letting me fuck you like this. I love how your body squeezes me when I hit that spot. You’re so eager for my cock.”

He keeps whispering filthy praise in my ear as he fucks me, telling me how beautiful I look tied up for him, how perfect my pussy feels around him, how much he loves making me moan his name. The combination of his slow, deep thrusts and his dirty words pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

When I come, it’s with a broken sob of his name, body shaking, pussy clenching around him as the orgasm crashes through me. He fucks me through it, slow and steady, drawing it out until I’m trembling and whimpering, too sensitive to take any more.

By the time we finally collapse, exhausted and sated, the sun is starting to rise.

The morning after is chaos. I wake up to a loud scream.

“What the fuck?” Cassidy is standing in the doorway of Sully’s room, eyes wide, mouth open in shock.

I sit up quickly, pulling the sheet up to cover my bare chest. Sully bolts upright beside me, hair messy, eyes still half-closed from sleep.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. You two, in his bed. What the actual fuck?!”

Fuck!