Score Her Heart: A Marriage of Convenience Hockey Romance (Philadelphia Bulldogs Book 2) Danica Flynn (best ebook reader for surface pro .TXT) 📖

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he joked.

“Get over here,” I urged.

“Happy wife, happy life,” he muttered and stretched out on his side next to me.

His hand ran down my cheek and cupped my face pulling me towards him in another urgent kiss. I moaned while his other hand trailed down my chest, and he rolled one of my nipples in between his fingers. I felt both nipples get hard at his touch. He moved away from my mouth and kissed my neck, my chest, and finally rolled the hard bud of one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned and closed my eyes while he used his tongue and his hands on my breasts. I was getting so into it that I kind of forgot he was actually here, and I wasn’t daydreaming. My hand slipped down between my legs to touch myself.

“God, that’s so hot,” he breathed onto my chest. “Love watching you touch yourself. But let me do it.”

My eyes flew open, and I felt the blush on my face.

He smirked at me before he took my hand and slowly sucked my finger. “Mmm,” he moaned. “I love tasting you.”

Before I could respond, he slipped a finger inside me and pumped into me slowly. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart,” he said before he planted another kiss on my lips. “I love thinking about you touching yourself in our bed. What do you think about while you do it?”

“You,” I whispered. “I think about what you’re doing right now. Sometimes I use my vibrator.”

“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” he breathed. “I’m filing that away for when I’m on the road.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

He kissed the side of my neck. “I think of you when I’m alone in my hotel room and horny,” he whispered into my ear. “Which is all the time when I’m on the road and away from you.”

I gasped when another finger pumped inside me, and I kind of lost the ability to speak for a little bit as he fingered me and sucked one of my tits simultaneously. It put me over the edge when his thumb touched my clit at the same time.

“Fuck, Aaron,” I whined. I needed his hard cock pumping inside my pussy right now. I didn’t want his fucking fingers; I wanted the real deal.

“Fuck yeah. Love hearing my name on your lips,” he growled at me.

“Baby…I need you inside me, like yesterday,” I urged.

I fumbled around behind me in the drawer of the bedside table for a condom. I handed the package to him and hungrily watched him roll it onto his swelling erection. He reached into the drawer for the lube, and I watched as he slid it across his cock, pumping it in his hand a few times. He slowly entered me, giving me time to adjust to the feel of him. He was being too gentle; I wanted him to slam into me and be aggressive. I was starting to get into it when he stopped suddenly.

He ran his hand down my face and kissed me tenderly. “Tell me what you want.” Before I could answer, he wrapped his fingers around my throat. “Oh, but you like it when I’m in charge, don’t you?”

I could only whimper and nod in response. I really liked the possessive grip of his hands on me like this.

His lips curled up into a wolfish grin. “I want you to beg for it, Fiona. Beg for my cock.”

“Oh, yeah?” I asked and arched an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t hear you begging,” he growled.

I yelped in surprise when he released his grip on my neck, pulled out, and flipped me over onto my stomach, pressing me against the mattress. His lips made a tortuous path up my back until he was at my neck, his breath hot in my ear. “I’m gonna ride you hard and spank your perfect ass.”

I groaned into the pillow. Oh my God, this man so had my number when it came to sex.

His hands slid down my sides and gripped my hips. “You want that, sweetheart? You want to get spanked?”

“Yes,” I groaned in frustration.

Why is he torturing me?

I leaned up on my elbows and grinned at him from over my shoulder. He smirked at me as he smacked my ass. I moaned at the stinging sensation and gripped the sheets below me, and he wasn’t even inside me again yet. His hands rubbed across my ass, soothing the spot he had just struck, then he traveled up my back, caressing me in slow, gentle circles. He pressed his front against my back and kissed my neck.

“You want it?” he whispered huskily in my ear, lightly tweaking my hair. The tingling sensation on my scalp went all through my body, and yes, I very much wanted what he was offering to me right now.

“Please,” I begged.

He kissed my neck and slid his hand onto the back of it softly but in a possessive grip. “You really want it, you better beg for it.”

“Please, Aaron,” I whimpered.

“Please, what?” he growled into my ear, and I felt a shiver run along my whole body. Riley was so large and in charge, such an alpha-male. I was so fucking into it.

“Baby, please, I need you.”

“Need me to what?”

“I need you to dominate me. Please.”

“Holy fuck, you’re gonna get it so good,” he growled and slapped my ass again.

He positioned himself behind me, spreading my legs, and then he gripped my hips in his strong hands and crashed into me. He jackknifed deviously hard inside of me, so hard that I had to grab the headboard so I didn’t fall to pieces onto the mattress. Every once in a while, he paired a thrust with a nice slap on my ass, and I tumbled further and further into ecstasy while he continued to give me what I wanted. I squeezed my eyes shut, taking the