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

“Fuck…” I moaned and ran my hand through her hair while her head bobbed on my cock. She hummed in response, taking me as deep as she could and then pulling back to lick around the head. “Sweetheart…” I groaned when she was sucking me again. A little too good.

She glared up at me. “What? You don’t want me to?”

“Get up here. I want you naked and in the bed,” I growled at her.

Her eyes got wide, but I knew she liked the demanding nature of my request because she swiftly unhooked her bra. She bent over to climb onto the bed and looked over her shoulder at me with the sexiest fucking look she had ever given me. How did I get this sexy as fuck woman to marry me?

“Are you gonna join me or what?” she purred.

She leaned over the bed like we were ready to go at it doggy-style, which I was not opposed to, but the sex against the wall had been a little too fast, and I knew she usually liked a lot of foreplay before sex. And my wife would get everything she wanted from me.

I stood over her and flipped her onto her back on the bed before crawling in beside her. I stretched out next to her and stroked her face with my hand, bringing her face back to my lips.

“Fiona,” I moaned against her chest when I felt her hand sneakily reach down to caress my hard cock.

“I like it when you say my full name,” she admitted, but she didn’t stop stroking me.

I moaned but buried it in my throat as I kissed her neck and trailed kisses down her chest to focus on her tits. I rolled one of her nipples with my hand and pulled the other one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the bud and sucking on it hard. Her grip on my cock released since I was distracting her so much, and I danced my hand down between her legs and pumped two fingers inside her. I think I got even harder at how wet she was, especially since I was the one that helped get her that way again. It was such a turn on to be able to make my wife gasp at my touch. I didn’t think I would ever get over it.

“Aaron,” she moaned in such a soft whisper that I barely heard her. She didn’t tell me to stop, so I continued to pump inside her while rotating which nipple to lick and suck on. I rubbed her clit and felt her body clench against my hand. Her small hand reached out to grip my bicep while she orgasmed for the second time. I smiled down at her and kissed her tenderly. I loved that I could do that to her; it was so hot watching her orgasm because of what my hands were doing to her. I really needed to have my cock inside her pronto, just to watch her orgasm all over again.

I pulled my hand away and dug into the bedside table for a condom. Her hand stopped me. “Do we need it? I’m on the pill.”

“Your call. I would love to not use it again, but if you want me to use it, I will.”

“We’re fine, but I think we need some lube.”

“Noted,” I answered. I set the condom back on the bedside table and reached for the bottle of lube in the drawer. I spread a liberal amount onto my cock and wiped my hand off on a tissue.

Her hand was on me again, stroking up and down my shaft so perfectly that I had a hard time focusing. I trusted that she was on the pill; she wouldn’t lie to me. Plus, if she got pregnant, it wouldn’t have been the worst thing to happen.

Before I could ask her what position she wanted to do, she pushed me onto my back and slid down on my cock. I laid back on the bed with a contented sigh and looked up at her as she rode me.

My hands roamed across her chest and then landed on her ass and squeezed it. She had a wicked look in her eyes. “Oh fuck, Fiona, you’re so sexy,” I groaned at her. She grinned and ground herself harder into me. I loved it when she rode my dick hard like this.

“Oh, yeah?” she asked and leaned down to kiss me, her long hair spreading across my face and down my chest like a curtain.

“Uh huh.” I nodded and thrust up into her urgently. She might have thought she was in charge, but she wasn’t. I gripped her hips and thrust fast up into her, satisfied with the sexy moan that escaped her lips. “I love that I can make you feel good.”

She kissed me again slowly while we met each other’s thrusts. “Me too.”

My hand slid to the back of her neck and held her tight against my chest. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she said, but then lost the sound of her voice to the moans of pleasure as she came for the third time tonight. I was so totally okay with that. Fiona Gallagher was my wife, and she loved me, and if we got to spend the rest of our lives fucking each other this good, I was going to be a very happy man. I thrust hard and fast inside her until I felt myself combust in ecstasy underneath her.

“Fuck,” Fi breathed out and leaned her head against my chest. I smiled and kissed her temple.

She got off the bed to run to the bathroom, and when she came back, she laid on her back in the bed with a sigh. She closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out. “I think I’m dead.”

I laughed and pulled her towards me. “That good, huh?”

She hit my chest. “Don’t get cocky.”

I rubbed my