Hate You Always (Western Wildcats Hockey #1) Read Online Jennifer Sucevic

Categories Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Western Wildcats Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
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“I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you,” I admit before I can think better of it.

Her eyes carefully search mine as if sifting through them for the truth.

“I feel the same,” she whispers, echoing the sentiment.

My gaze stays pinned to hers as I slowly press into her body. As much as I want to drive inside and bury myself to the hilt in one swift motion, I don’t.

Can’t.

I need to take my time. It’s her pleasure that takes precedence over my own. I want to rock this girl’s world and ruin her for all other men. That’s not something I’ve ever cared about before. Every girl I’ve slept with has left my bed satisfied, but my pleasure was always uppermost in my mind.

Those girls were there for me.

To tend to my needs and relieve my stress.

This couldn’t be more different.

A wave of ecstasy crashes over me as I continue to sink inside her tight body. My gaze stays pinned to hers the entire time. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.

When her teeth sink into her lower lip, I ask, “Am I hurting you?”

Even after her earlier blowjob, I’m still wound tight. It wouldn’t take much for me to go off like a shot, and that’s the last thing I want. I need to draw this out and make it as good as I can for her.

“No. It feels amazing.”

I blow out a steady breath, trying to keep my baser impulses under control when all I want to do is fuck her into oblivion.

“Good.”

With one flex of my hips, I sink inside her pussy until I’m buried balls deep. For just a moment, I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and enjoy the sensation of her heat wrapped around my dick, squeezing the life out of it.

She’s so damn tight and hot.

And soft.

So fucking soft.

If I focus too much on it, I’ll come.

I grit my teeth and force my eyes open. It’s only when I’m firmly under control that I pull out before sliding back inside. A spike of pleasure rushes through my veins as I drive inside her for a second time.

When I do it again, she raises her pelvis to meet my thrust. It doesn’t take long for us to fall into a steady rhythm. More pleasure spirals through me as I steadily pick up the pace.

There’s so much arousal darkening her eyes as she widens her legs before wrapping them around my waist and locking me against her. I didn’t think it was possible to slide in any deeper.

I was wrong.

As soon as I bottom out, my balls draw up against my body and I realize that I’m moments away from losing it. One thrust and I splinter apart into a million pieces. My gaze stays locked on hers as I take her mouth. A groan rumbles up from my chest as her pussy spasms around my dick, milking it as I drive my tongue inside her mouth and mimic the movements of my cock.

My release seems to last forever. The sounds of her coming undone are sweet music to my ears. My hips continue to piston until I soften. With a huff, my body loosens, and I press one last kiss to her lips before resting my forehead against hers. Our labored breathing is the only audible sound that can be heard in the silence of the room.

I pull away just enough to search her eyes.

It would kill me to find shards of regret lurking within them.

Instead, a soft smile spreads across her face. “Guess I’ll be checking off number six.”

Relief spirals through me. I didn’t realize how tense I’d become until now. “And number seven. Tonight was a two-for-one special.”

Even though I’m reluctant to leave the warmth of her body, I pull out and roll off the side of the bed before grabbing a couple pieces of tissue and removing the condom. I tie the end into a tight knot and wrap it up before tossing the used rubber in the small garbage can near her desk. Then I’m back, sliding beneath the sheets and tugging her into my arms until her head can rest against my chest.

As hazy as my brain is, I can’t get over how perfect this feels.

How good being buried deep inside her body was.

Or holding her close after sex.

Normally after blowing my load, all I want to do is devise an escape plan before the chick I’m with can mention getting together again. The last thing I want is to get sucked into a quasi-relationship, which is another reason I only sleep with a girl once or twice before moving onto the next.

But with Juliette?

That’s not how I feel.

In fact, the urge to lock her down tight is the only one thrumming through me at the moment. It’s on the tip of my tongue to broach the subject. To make this more of a permanent situation. I don’t want her even looking at other guys. And if that isn’t some scary shit, I don’t know what is.


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