Van Read Online Sawyer Bennett (Cold Fury Hockey #9)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Cold Fury Hockey Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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I expect him to dive for a condom, but once again he surprises me by just crawling back up my body and covering me with his warmth. As he stares down at me, I can feel my clit thumping against his cock as it nestles against me, and I feel feverish all over from the insane need I have for him.

Van’s mouth comes to mine again, and he gives me another deep, hard kiss. But lazy all the same, meaning he wasn’t stripping us naked because he just had to be inside of me. He did it because he knew his naked body would drive me even crazier.

I let my legs fall open and wiggle my hips. I rub my pussy on his cock, and I’m rewarded with a grunt of approval, but he just continues kissing me.

Pushing on his chest, I manage to break the kiss. Van’s eyes are dark and needful, but I also see patience within. I, on the other hand, am the least patient person in the world. I go after what I want, when I want it. Van knows this about me.

“Van?” I ask softly, my fingers pressing into his chest muscles. “Do you trust me?”

I know he wasn’t expecting this question as he blinks in surprise and says, “I’ve told you my deepest, darkest secret. I think it’s fair to say I trust you.”

I nod in understanding. I expected this answer. “And I trust you. So if you were to tell me right now it would be okay for us to have sex without a condom, I’d take that to mean you were clean as a whistle.”

If I thought Van’s eyes were heated before, they flare into a blazing inferno of lust.

“And since you trust me,” I continue, “I’ll merely say that I’m spick-and-span too, and on the pill to boot.”

Van’s lips curve upward but he just stares at me, considering my offer for us to take this to a higher level. A level on which I’ve never been with a man before.

Because he’s not a man of many words, he doesn’t answer me.

He shows me.

Flexing his hips, his cock slides back a few inches, then he presses forward slightly so the tip rests right at my wet entrance.

His gaze locks with me for a moment, his face dips so his lips touch mine.

Then oh my God…he starts to slide into me and I get dizzy from the implications, the feel, and the raging need that’s now coursing through my body.

Van hums low in his throat as he gives me inch after inch of his beautiful cock. My body takes him easily, stretching to accommodate his length, and my wetness allows him smooth entry until he’s lodged in tight.

“Fuck that feels good,” he mutters against my mouth.

But I can’t even formulate words. I make an ugly grunting, moaning noise, and my head spins again as he starts to pull out. I let out a whimper of dismay as he exits almost to the tip, but then he’s thrusting slowly back into me.

His movements are beautiful and languid. There’s a fluidity to the way I undulate below him.

Van goes down to just one elbow, and with this other hand he takes mine from his shoulder. He laces our fingers together and then presses our joined hands into the pillow by my head. My fingers squeeze reflexively and his grip tightens even further.

Van’s face hovers over me as he pulls away from our kiss. His eyes bore into mine with such intensity that the combination of his look and the feel of his bare cock working my pussy slowly starts an orgasm curling low in my belly.

My eyes flutter closed but pop back open when Van’s grip tightens even more and his hips punch hard so he drives deep.

“Eyes on me, Simone,” he growls. “I don’t want to miss a fucking thing on your face when you come.”

“Okay,” I gasp as I raise my legs to curl them around the backs of his legs.

Van staring at me, thrusting slow but deep while he holds my hand tight, is almost too precious for me to bear. He’s fully connected to me in every sense, and I am grateful for his patience. He wants to draw this out and let me savor this very unusual but beautiful side of him.

Slow, measured strokes, in and out.

Rhythm deliberately set to slow boil.

I can do nothing but concentrate on the feel of him, which includes the weight of his eyes on mine.

Van Turner is making love to me.

When my orgasm starts to release, it sweeps through me just as slow and luxurious as the way Van is fucking me. Rippling through my body, spreading outward to reach my fingertips and toes. Even my lips tingle with the sensation of what I can only call a full-body climax. I never let my gaze drop, holding his stare. He watches me come undone and he listens to the long moan I release, his expression one of both awe and triumph.


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