Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 247

Chapter 0107

ALLISON’S POV

Our mouths collide in a frenzy, tongues sliding, and hands gripping hard. I shove him back onto the mattress and straddle his hips, taking a moment to admire the breathtaking sight of him sprawled beneath

He’s all broad shoulders, firm muscle, and golden skin that ripples under my touch. He’s still the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, tracing my fingertip down the deep lines of his abs and following the trail of soft hair that disappears under his boxer briefs.

He grins, his hands sliding up my thighs to grip my waist. “Says the woman who looks like a goddamn dream sitting on me.” His thumb brushes my bottom lip, his eyes dark and warm. “Come here, gorgeous.” He says, flipping me over and crawling out of bed.

When he finally kicks off his boxer and stands completely naked, fisting his thick c**k, heat floods my entire body. I know exactly how good he feels, but the sight of him still makes my breath catch every single time.

He stalks toward the bed with the smug, crooked grin I love, his muscular thighs flexing. I crawl backward playfully as he climbs over me, his c**k dragging across the sheets.

Before I can tease him, he grabs my ankles and drags me beneath him. His c**k brushes against my swollen clit as he settles between my thighs, and I arch up into the slow grind of his hips, already aching for more.

With a fistful of my hair, he pulls me into a deep kiss, his tongue stroking mine as he murmurs against my lips, “You ready for me?”

“God, yes,” I breathe. “Don’t make me wait.”

He lines himself up, sliding the head of his c**k through my wetness, then pushes inside me in one smooth, deep thrust. The familiar stretch and fullness make me gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as he bottoms out.

Justin stills for a moment, his forehead pressed to mine, and letting me feel every inch. “Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groans, his voice strained with pleasure.

Then he starts to move slowly, with rolling thrusts at first that gradually build into something harder and deeper. His skin slaps rhythmically against mine as he drives into me, hitting that perfect spot that makes me gasp and dig my fingers into his shoulder. His hand slides under my back, lifting my hips so I can take him even better while his mouth claims mine in a deep, hungry kiss.

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