The Fake Out: a fake dating hockey romance (Vancouver Storm Book 2)
The Fake Out: a fake dating hockey romance: Chapter 75

BEING INSIDE HAZEL, watching her face in the mirror as she falls apart for me, it snaps me in half.

My hips jerk against her, rhythm turning erratic as I slide toward my release. There’s no holding off, not when she’s wearing my name on her back so enthusiastically, not when her pussy is still squeezing and gripping my cock like a fist, and sure as fuck not when there’s nothing between us and I can feel every slip and slick inside her perfect pussy. The heavy ache in my balls surges and I’m pounding against her, coming inside her, losing my fucking mind with pleasure and need as I groan her name.

It’s always been Hazel.

I give everything I have to give, spilling into her, eyes locked with hers in the mirror as her pussy flutters around me, and when our orgasms subside, I’m pulling her to me, burying my face in her neck and huffing in her scent.

“You’re mine,” I rasp, chest heaving for air, and she nods.

Running on pure instinct, pure desire to claim her in every way, my hand drops to between her legs. I pull out of her, dipping my fingers inside her, watching as her eyes flare with surprise and desire.

“Like that?” I ask, stroking in and out of her, my fingers slipping against the wetness of my release.

She nods, eyes going hazy.

I drag my fingers up between her cheeks, circling the pucker of her ass, drawing my release over her. My heart pounds and possessive instincts roar through me as I push my wet finger inside.

She gasps. The way she’s positioned, braced against the dresser, bent over and open for me, it both satisfies me and makes me want more. As much as she’s willing to give me.

My perfect, trusting Hazel.

“I’m addicted to that look on your face,” I tell her.

My finger pumps in and out, working my cum back into her, and she tightens around me, meeting my gaze in the mirror, lip curling with need. Blood rushes to my cock, and within seconds, I’m stiff again, aching and ready to go.

With my finger still buried inside her tight asshole, I lift my gaze to hers with a question in my eyes, and she jerks a nod like she can’t wait.

I sink back into her tight pussy, groaning at how wet and hot she feels. Around my finger, she tightens again. My other hand drifts to her clit, and within a minute, her eyes go wide and she starts to flutter around my cock.

“Rory,” she says, gasping for air. “I’m coming again.”

I slam in and out of her, stroking my finger deep inside her ass as she clenches, and a moment later, my release follows.

“This doesn’t happen,” I choke out as I spill into her, heat rushing through my blood and pressure expanding through me. In my hazy thoughts, I remember her saying that to me once. We’ve had a hundred firsts together, and when I think forward to the future, I beg the universe that we’ll have a hundred more.

After, in the shower, I kiss Hazel on every inch of her body while the hot water trickles down her skin.

She once asked me what made me feel worthy and I came up with nothing, but as I wrap her in a towel and carry her to bed, my answer glows bright like the stars outside our window.