Face-Off at the Altar
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That alone made him realize what he had known the whole time.
He wanted nothing more than to marry her.
He just hoped she wanted to marry him.
“Baby, slow down.”
As Markus’s fingers bit into her butt, his cock deep inside of her as her knees dug into the couch of her hotel room, she knew she couldn’t slow down. She was so fucking proud of him, and she wanted to show him by riding him hard and fast. Who knew watching her sexy boyfriend score his first goal would turn her on so damn much?
“I can’t, I want you so fucking bad,” she panted, her ass coming up and down, his cock going farther and farther inside of her. “You’re so hot when you score.”
He laughed, his mouth against her neck as he held her, breathing hard. “But I’m going to come way too fast. Slow down, I want this to last.”
He stopped, his hands pressing her down as he throbbed inside of her, his mouth trailing up her neck. “Markus,” she gasped, squeezing him with her pussy. “I want to come. I’m almost there.”
“Fine,” he said, lifting her up by her waist. “Wrap your legs around my neck.”
“What!” she gasped, laughing as the cold air hit her throbbing hot center.
“Do it,” he demanded, and she did, her legs falling off the back of the couch as he held her ass, his mouth burying deep between her legs. Crying out, she held on to his head as he dove his tongue inside of her, taking her out of this world and into another where there were pretty pink orgasm clouds and glitter. Maybe a unicorn, cheering her on as her body shook against his mouth. He drove her mad, and it didn’t take long until she was screaming his name, her fingers and thighs squeezing his head as she kicked her legs against the couch.
Thank God there was no one in the room next to them or they would have heard a symphony.
“You weren’t kidding,” he said as he lowered her onto his cock, both of them groaning at the connection. She was still throbbing, and so was he. The feeling was indescribable. Squeezing his shoulders, she leaned her head against his as she gasped in breath, her body still shaking with her orgasm.
“I fucking love you,” she panted, moving her mouth to his as he smiled, wrapping his arms around her chest and holding her close.
“Good. I love you,” he said as their mouths met. The taste of her was on his lips, and for some odd reason, that turned her on even more. He was all about pleasing her, and he gave it his all when it came to getting her off. It was mind-blowing and perfect, and she swore if she died right then, she’d die a happy girl for sure. Groaning out, she started to move against him, his cock so deep inside of her again. She felt complete. Her ass slapped against his thighs as he moaned loudly, his fingers biting into her hips, his mouth trailing kisses along her neck and her shoulders before he nibbled softly on her collarbone. “Do you know how fucking hot you are?”
Her head fell back, her lip coming between her teeth as she rode him and his own lips trailed down her breasts. “I can’t take it. I can’t take how hot you are. How crazy you drive me. I wanted nothing more than to kiss you when I scored,” he muttered, his words enhancing her need for him.
“I wanted to ride you so bad,” she gasped back, and when she lifted her head, he was grinning at her. “What?”
She stilled as he asked, “How in the hell did you become such a freak?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“I’m over here, spitting some beautiful love words about how hot you make me, how much I love you, and you go, ‘I wanted to ride you.’”
She fought back her grin as she shrugged. “Well, I love you too, but I wanted to ride you, like, really bad.”
She laughed, her face breaking into smiles as he squeezed her chest to his. “Good, ’cause I fucking love you. And I love when this hot ass,” he said, taking a big chunk of her ass, “rides me. God, you drive me crazy,” he somehow choked out as she started to move against him once more. Looking up, he watched her, a little grin on his face as his cock went in and out of her with speed and need. She loved how silly he was, how they were together. While it was intense and hot as hell, it was also playful and sweet, which she loved. He made her feel beautiful, safe, and whole. She loved everything about them.
When he started to squeeze her hips, his head fell into her breasts. He yelled out as he came, filling her completely as she slowed, gasping for breath. He held on to her, probably so she wouldn’t move, and she could feel his heart pounding. She knew hers matched his. Moving her fingers along the back of his neck and through the coarse hair on his head, she closed her eyes, leaning into him as her heart burst for him.
She was so proud of him. He had worked so hard, played his ass off, and finally got his goal. It was such a beaut too, but the best part was that he hadn’t even realized it went in. It was shot so fast, with such force, that it whipped into the goal without anyone really seeing it. But Mekena saw it, which meant she didn’t actually get a shot of it. She did get the shot of him pulling back, ready to shoot, but not the goal itself. She figured she wouldn’t mention that part to him, though it was okay because neither of them would ever forget the moment when Markus Reeves scored his first NHL goal.
She sure as hell wouldn’t.
Kissing his temple, she slid her fingers down the back of his head and smiled. “Have I said I’m proud of you?”
“Nope,” he said, and she laughed since she knew she had, multiple times.
“I’m so proud of you, Markus Reeves.”
He looked deep into her eyes and kissed her lips softly. “Thank you.”
“It was a great shot.”
“That I shot for you,” he added and she laughed.
“You didn’t even know it went in!”
He smiled. “Sure, I did.”
“No, you didn’t!” she laughed.
“Okay, but let’s just say all goals are for you,” he said, wrapping her in his arms and letting them fall onto the couch, cuddling tightly together.
“For me?” she said like a little Southern belle. “How dreamy.”
He scoffed. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“Never,” she teased as his lips met hers, her leg hooking over his hip. Pulling back, she smiled as she glided her finger along his cheekbone, an overwhelming feeling of love coming over her as she stared deep into his intoxicating eyes. “I love you.”