Page 75 of Three Hockey Hotties

“Just like this,” I tell him.

“I get to fuck you missionary? Me on top?”

I can tell he likes the idea. That there’s nothing boring about this for him. I wet my lips and wrap my legs around his hips. “You in charge,” I say.

Judging from the flare in his eyes, that’s exactly the right thing to say.

“Condom?”

I shake my head. “I have an IUD. And I haven’t been with anyone in forever. Well, except Dash.”

I feel my cheeks get a little warm, but I smile.

Benjamin reaches up and runs a thumb over one hot cheek. His smile is sexy as he shakes his head. “Yes, except when you fucked one of my best friends last night.”

I can’t help it—that sends a shiver of heat through my body.

He leans in and gives my throat a little nip. “Our naughty, gorgeous, perfect girl,” he says gruffly.

I tighten my thighs around him. “Imagine how Kane is going to feel when he finds out that both of you had me before him.”

I feel his hand between my legs, and a finger drags over my clit, then down to my opening, where he circles before easing inside.

I moan his name.

“Yes, imagine,” he says as if knowing that thinking about all three men makes me even wetter. He moves his finger in and out. “Imagine how Kane would feel, and look, if he knew that I was between our girl’s legs right now, about to make her scream.” He moves his finger again. “Scream my name.” He clearly feels the way that makes my pussy flutter because he gives a low chuckle. “Perfect girl.” He withdraws his hand, and as I’m about to protest, I feel him grip his cock and nudge the head against my opening, easing in about an inch.

I gasp and grip the duvet. “Ben.Yes.”

“I’ve also been recently tested. Negative. Good to go.”

I meet his gaze. “Fuck me. Please.”

Without another word, he thrusts forward, filling me completely.

The fullness and friction are perfect.

Different from Dash but equally as good.

I don’t know how I got here, how these three men actually found me, but I am going to enjoy and appreciate every single moment.

“Fuck. Abby.” Benjamin sounds almost pained as he stops for a moment and breathes heavily.

“Yes. So good,” I tell him.

“God. Damn,” he tells me.

I love that the older, sophisticated, always put-together man is reduced to just a couple of words at a time.

“More. Go hard,” I beg.

He squeezes my hip with one hand, the other still braced by my head. “No. I’ll hurt you. I want you too fucking much.”

I reach up and grip his ass with my hands. “Please. Hard.”

He shudders. Then pulls back and eases in. He does it again. Then again.

I moan, then whimper. “Ben.”