Chapter 16 #2
I pumped my thumb inside, trying to loosen her up while fucking her sweet pussy. She was so hot, wetter than before, and she had a way of creating waves of satisfaction that she likely didn’t understand.
But I was reaching the end of my rope. With a deep, strangled roar, I pulled out, immediately pressing my cockhead against her puckered hole.
Georgia clawed at the bed, shifting her hips back and forth. Did she not know that tempting a beast was in bad form? At least I could grin as I pushed a couple of inches inside, forcing patience while her muscles clamped around the thick invasion.
The sensations were incredible, pushing boundaries that I shouldn’t want.
I had as much difficulty breathing as Georgia and the sweet fragrance of vanilla and jasmine was doing nothing more than providing an invitation for my wolf.
I threw my head back as beads of sweat trickled down the back of my neck.
Once I was fully seated inside, every synapse was caught off guard by the rush of current. I released my hold on the material, concentrating on holding her hips and fucking her before I lost all sense of myself.
The force was enough the bed rocked, a distinct hum sounding off in my ears. I was lost in the moment, conscientious of her needs yet surrendering to the damning level of control my wolf had over me. With her meeting every brutal thrust, losing myself was a sheer pleasure.
Until my system couldn’t take the pressure any longer.
With a wide smile on my face, I allowed the lure of filling her with my seed to win, erupting deep inside.
In those moments as we both spiraled high, finally floating back to reality, I sensed the next time could mean something entirely different.
And there would be a next time.
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LA Times: A Magical Win for the Seattle Wild Thanks to Ford ‘The Wolfman’ Kendrick
Seattle Times: With One More Win, Our Very Own Seattle Wild Will Advance All Thanks to Ford ‘The Wolfman’ Kendrick
The headlines had changed dramatically in one night. So had my game, upped because of one reason.
Her.
Georgia Wallace.
I scrolled social media, laughing from seeing the comments from spectators at last night’s game, which we’d crushed. Three to nothing. A fucking blowout as far as I was concerned.
The high had been euphoric, the team celebrating a little too late, but hopefully, the coach would forgive us. We’d worked long and hard to get where we were.
My thoughts were also driven by the hot sex the night before. We’d done our best to keep our hands off each other during the festivities, but once inside the elevator, forget about it. Hands and mouths, teeth and ripped clothes.
Damn if the woman wasn’t hot as Hades.
We’d even laughed at a few social media posts ourselves.
Honeykissedblonde on Instagram: If my exes ever ask why I dumped them, all I’ll need to do would show them the Wolfman’s delicious goods. I can only imagine him in bed.
TheUtimateIceGirl on Facebook: What I wouldn’t give to test out the world’s most primal hockey player.
And my personal favorite since it wasn’t true.
Girlfriend Number One on Facebook: Be jealous, ladies. Ford is a real Wolfman in bed. His cock is ten inches long.
I had to wonder if the luscious woman would feel any sense of jealousy. Sighing, I stroked my cock for a few seconds, considering waking her. Nah. She needed her sleep, but I was far too wired on another adrenaline rush.
What was it about morning sex that was so fucking incredible?
The first night, I’d insisted Georgia stay, which was an absolute first for me. Between her healing touch and how damn good she’d felt curled up next to me, I’d gotten the best night of sleep of my life.
Then I’d played as if the king on ice.
She remained in my bed, the beautiful creature continuing to entice me. Right now, it felt as if I had the best of both worlds.
If only I could stay in bed all day, but that wasn’t possible.
There were scheduled interviews and a meeting with the coaches. While we didn’t have a home court advantage with all three games being played in LA, we were pumped and nothing was going to stop us.
After tossing the phone on the counter, I stripped off my clothes, staring at myself in the mirror.
There wasn’t a single ache in my body, my ribs completely healed.
I rubbed my hand down my chest toward my cock, a single touch and I was fully aroused.
Just thinking about the hot copper-kissed blonde did that to me.
There wasn’t a puck bunny out there who had anything close to what Georgia had.
But the headlines were fun to read, the pictures taken from every angle the kind of notoriety the team needed. Whereas I’d been called a has-been and a danger to society after game one, now I was being heralded as a hero to the team.
Granted, the team hadn’t taken some of the comments too kindly, but winning was the only thing that mattered. I planted my hands on the counter, staring into my eyes, easily able to see a glimpse of my wolf. As with everything else about being famous, I’d need to be careful how I handled the press.
Especially since I’d gotten a call from my on again-off again, often pain in the ass agent. I’d resisted hiring one, only agreeing to do so after my father had insisted. That had gotten me a good deal by allowing me to stay close to home. However, the dollar amounts had been less than desirable.
But… his message left very early in the morning had been simple and straight to the point. A national firm had reached out to him, prepared to offer a six-figure deal. There was only one caveat. One.