Pucks and Books (Knoxville Bears #1) Read Online Toni Aleo

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Knoxville Bears Series by Toni Aleo
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
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He catches me, cupping my body against his before turning us, cradling my head before laying me down on the floor. I’m practically panting as he settles between my legs, pushing up my shirt to expose my bra. He reaches for it, pulling the cups down before covering one of my breasts with his lips, sucking my nipple deep into his gorgeous mouth. He gives love to the other one before he thrusts up, filling me completely with his cock in one swift move.

Our moans become one, and I feel like I’m being split in half. He’s so big, filling me beyond what I thought my body could handle, but boy, does Ciaran prove me wrong. He takes me by the backs of my knees, pushing them into the floor, and then he goes deeper, and my cries are downright sinful. When I open my eyes, I find that he’s not only watching where he is deep inside me, but a smirk is playing on his lips.

He’s magnificent.

Ciaran’s shirt is see-through from where his sweat is beading. His shoulders and jaw are tight, and the veins in his neck make me yearn to bite him. His fingers dig into the backs of my knees as he moves into me, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. His eyes are wild, and I know mine must be just as eager. He slides in and out of me with a grunt, and each time he pulls out, I cry at how much I want him back. His thrusts become more urgent, wilder, and I feel myself cresting once more. I’m thrashing beneath him, his name falling from my lips with each thrust. When I come, I squeeze him tightly, and he comes right after me.

I’m gasping for breath, my heart about to burst out of my chest as he thrusts once, twice, and then a third time before a shiver moves up his body, his grunt making me grin. He lowers himself onto me, covering me with his big body, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, wanting him close. He presses a kiss to my nose then my mouth before drawing languid kisses from me. I run my fingers through his hair, along his neck, as our tongues play. When he pulls away, it’s to kiss the side of my lips before nuzzling his nose in my neck.

“Am I hurting you?” he whispers against my burning skin.

“Not at all,” I tell him, angling my neck so he has full access to it.

His kisses are slow, sweet, and his cock is still hard, deep inside me. Fuck, I love it. Against my neck, he asks me in a low whisper, “Can I stay?”

I smile, looking at the ceiling and completely overwhelmed by all the feelings swirling in my chest. “I didn’t realize you thought you were leaving.”

His chuckles against my neck only make me smile harder, and when his lips meet mine, I don’t know if I ever want him to leave.

Which may be an issue when Eliza gets back.

CHAPTER 28

Ciaran

Cruz sets me with a look.

A knowing look.

A curious look.

One that tells me he has something to say.

I ignore it with ease as I step onto the rink, and soon the excitement of being on the ice hits me. I get that giddy feeling in my chest, and my mind is at ease with the sounds of my skates on the ice and the crack of my stick against the puck before it sails through the air, the net catching it with a woosh. I take in a deep, lung-filling breath, and the cold air burns my nose, but God, I love it. I smile, loving this feeling but realizing that the smell of the ice, this sport, the sounds my stick makes when I score, aren’t the only things that give me what I crave anymore.

My smile turns to a smirk when I think of all the sounds I’ve been rewarded with from Louisa’s succulent mouth. The way she makes me laugh, how I adore the way she challenges me and talks back with no cares whatsoever. I love the feel of her pressed against me as we sleep. That fucking sigh…it annihilates my heart when she does it. It’s so simple, just a small little release of breath before she falls asleep. Usually, she does it when she’s nuzzling in close after I bring her to a quaking orgasm, and that little sound makes me want to do it all over again.

And again and again.

“Hey, asshole. You still paying your rent even if you aren’t sleeping in our apartment?”

I roll my eyes at Cruz’s dramatics as I play with the puck. “The rent isn’t even due yet.”

“Still. Where have you been for the last three nights?”

I couldn’t even hide my grin if I wanted to. I never thought I could enjoy sleeping with someone again, but with Louisa, it is entirely too easy after all the sex we’ve had. We had even more sex the day following our date but then none last night, and I still fell asleep effortlessly with her in my arms. Like I was meant to.


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