Score Her Heart: A Marriage of Convenience Hockey Romance (Philadelphia Bulldogs Book 2) by Danica Flynn (free novels .TXT) 📕

“Answer the question, Fiona,” I urged.

She ground herself against me, teasing me because I was already as hard as a rock. “Yes,” she breathed. “I want your cock inside me again. Give it to me hard.”

I growled, placed both my hands on her waist, and lifted her up, so she was sitting on top of the kitchen table. Her hands hurriedly unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants while I slid her shirt over her head and threw it across the room. I stepped back to shed my t-shirt and smirked at her drinking in my chest. She bit her lip and dug her nails into the wood of the table. God, it was fucking sexy. It was nice to be desired by her, and it turned me on even more when her fingers splayed across my chest and ran all the way down to the waistband of my boxers.

“Hm…” I started while batting her hand away from diving in to grab my throbbing cock. “I still think you have too many clothes on.”

She unclasped her bra and threw it at me, then shimmed out of her jeans and underwear. I stood back and looked at her, sitting on top of the table, all naked and waiting for me to give it to her. I kissed her again to distract her and slid two fingers inside her, my thumb brushing against her clit.

“Aaron,” she moaned and shamelessly thrust herself into my hand like she was offering her sex up as a gift to me. One that I couldn’t wait to unwrap again.

I kissed her neck and traveled down to her left breast, leaving kisses in my wake, and then swirled my tongue around the bud of her nipple. “I love when you say my name,” I mused against her breast. I smiled when she arched into me while I rotated kissing and sucking on her.

“Riley?” she asked, confused. She started making the sexiest panting noise while my fingers worked her up. It was hotter than any fantasy I had ever dreamed up.

I slipped a third finger inside her and moved to her other breast, pulling it into my mouth and sucking on it hard. Her breathing was ragged, so I knew she was about to come. I loved that I was able to give her such pleasure, and it was clear that she hadn’t been getting this before, which I guess stroked my ego a little bit. It also made me mad that the man who was supposed to have married her clearly never appreciated this amazing woman.

“No, Aaron. No one calls me by my first name,” I explained in-between kisses down her chest.

“Oh, you just like when I moan your name,” she teased, and I felt her hand try to reach down so she could stroke me.

I batted her hand away again and ceased what I was doing. I smirked when she whimpered at the loss of my fingers. I looked her dead in the eyes and licked her off of my fingers one by one.

“Oh, fuck. Aaron, please take me now,” she begged and grabbed my hips.

“No,” I growled.

“No?” she huffed.

I dropped to my knees in front of her and pulled her slightly off the table. I pushed her knees further apart so I could see her in all her glory. She was shiny and wet, glistening with her need to be pleasured, and I was the man for the job. I licked my lips and grinned up at her.

“No, I want you inside me,” she argued, but the protest died on her lips after my first lick.

I remembered last night, how responsive she had been when I had eaten her out. It kind of got me off too. Although, that might be because this was one of my favorite things to do for a woman. I loved worshipping a woman’s body with my tongue and feeling the power of being the one to make her legs shake. If Fi wanted it all hot and rough right now, I wanted her to be begging for it. She whimpered above me while I explored the deepest parts of her with my tongue. Her legs shook, which only encouraged me to lick and suck her in a deliberate and slow manner. I lapped at her center and moaned quietly on her skin, enjoying the way she was thrashing around above me.

“Please, baby,” she moaned while she shuddered through her pleasure.

I had never been with a woman who called me baby, but I kind of liked it coming from Fi’s lips. Especially as she begged for my dick to be inside her.

I gave her a couple final slow licks across her sensitive nub and smiled into her skin as she shuddered above me. I kissed the inside of her thigh and traveled back up her body. “Hold on, sweetheart. I need a condom.”

“Aaron, it’s okay; I’m on the pill. Please give me your fucking cock,” she demanded.

Hearing her beg for me was such a turn on, but remembering our conversation from this morning, I wasn’t trying to have an oops baby. Even if she was on the pill, I was okay with gloving up. I slid my boxers off and fisted my cock to make sure I was hard enough. Her eyes darted down to it, and she licked her lips like she wanted to put it in her mouth again. Oh, she wanted it, that was for sure, and I would have loved to shove my dick down her throat and have her swallow my come, but right now was about what she needed.

Last night I didn’t want to hurt her, but she seemed to like it when I took charge. I was getting the distinct feeling that she enjoyed rough, passionate sex as much as I did. If she liked doggy-style as much as I did, maybe this marriage would work.

I reached into my jeans and