Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
The need to breed her takes over. It dominates my mind.
I suddenly pick her up and drop her onto the couch. She cries out in shock when I slide out of her.
“Don’t take it away,” she begs. “Please.”
I quickly lay on top of her, pushing between her legs as I grab my hard shaft. I sink back into her tight little cunt and start thrusting as hard as I can, fucking her like an animal.
I tell myself to slow down, to take it easy on her, but my body doesn’t listen. It’s in control now. I pound her wet cunt over and over until she’s crying out and cumming all over me.
Her pussy squeezes me even tighter as the orgasm consumes her.
I want to fill her womb with my hot load. I want her pregnant with my child. I want her to be mine in every single way.
Tantalizing thoughts of breeding this beauty push me forward, thrust after thrust until I feel an orgasm racing out of the darkness.
It rips through me in a fiery heat, barreling down on me as I thrust my cock into her virgin cunt and hold it in deep while she writhes under me.
“Fuck!” I growl as I erupt in her pussy. A surge of hot cum bursts into her cunt, heading straight for her womb. I cling to her as my cock surges again and again, emptying every drop I have into her.
My head clears once the orgasm fades.
I scoop her trembling body into my arms and lay down on the couch, bringing her on top of me.
Alina curls up against my side, rests her cheek on my chest, and closes her eyes.
I’m so at peace as I breathe in the fruity smell of her shampoo and hold her protectively tight.
She makes me feel so good. Like anything is possible.
Having her around is so amazing, it’s almost painful. Sometimes I feel so happy, I feel like I can’t take it. Like it’s too much to handle.
I’m more committed to her than ever.
I’ll be the man that she deserves. I vow it to myself. I silently vow it to her.
“Yes,” she whispers as she lazily drags her palm up my abs.
“Yes, what?” I whisper back.
She looks up at me with those beautiful eyes and gives me a tired smile. “I’ll come live with you in San Antonio. If you’ll still have me.”
I squeeze her tight, never wanting to let her go.
“Nothing would make me happier.”
She smiles and then lays back down on my chest.
I kiss the top of her head and thank the hockey gods for giving me so much.
But most of all, for giving me Alina.
I’ll never take her for granted again.
Epilogue
Alina
Two Months Later…
“Yes!” I holler at the top of my lungs while slamming my palm on the glass. “Go, Sebastian, go!”
My man just stole the puck mid-pass and is flying down the ice toward the other team’s net. He weaves around one defender and then the other. There’s no one left but him and the goalie.
I feel like my heart is going to pound out of my chest it’s beating so hard.
Sebastian has that focused look on his face that I adore. He looks so hot when he squints his eyes like that.
He stares down the goalie as he cuts up the ice, skating faster than anyone else out there. He always makes it look so easy. The other players are grimacing and grunting as they push their bodies as hard as they’ll go. Meanwhile, Sebastian looks cool and calm like this is a walk in the park for him.
I hold my breath as the goalie slinks down, getting ready for the shot. It’s the first Hyena home game and the crowd is roaring for their new team and their new star player.
Sebastian flicks his wrist once, twice, three times. The goalie does the splits, expecting the puck in the lower right corner, but at the last second, Sebastian flicks it up and it summersaults into the top left corner of the net over his shoulder.
The siren rings through the roaring arena. Moving spotlights light up the ice. I’m on my feet hollering louder than anyone else.
Sebastian immediately finds me in the crowd, which is easy since I’m in the first row (perks of being the real fiancée of the star player), and he starts skating over.
I feel like the most special girl in the world as he singles me out, blowing me a kiss as he approaches. I love him in his hockey gear. His wavy hair curling out of his helmet, the big bulky pads making his broad shoulders look even larger, and the way he glides so effortlessly like he was born to be on skates.
Just as he arrives, some big nasty bully from the other team slams his shoulder into him, sending him colliding into the boards. They shake in front of me, but my man stays on his feet.