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Hands Off The Ice King
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Hope’s POV
I tried to get off him as fast as possible, but he held me in place, his eyes never leaving my face.
“Levi, we can’t do it here,” I muttered, afraid of getting caught.
He leaned closer until his lips were just brushing against mine. My mouth parted instinctively, making me curse myself inside my head. Every nerve in my body betrayed me.
However, he pulled back just as I leaned in.
“Levi. I’m not doing this anymore.” I whined again, my cheeks already burning.
He chuckled, his head slightly tilting back, showing how sexy his Adam’s Apple was. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” hé muttered and leaned closer, placing a soft kiss on my lips.
I shook my head. “We still can’t do this. We’re in your car-at a parking lot!”
It seemed he still didn’t get it despite me pointing out the obvious.
“Don’t you want to make pretty babies with me?” he asked, still wearing that infuriatingly handsome, teasing smirk.
I puffed up my cheeks, refusing to let him see just how flustered I was.
“I won’t be proud to share that my firstborn was made in a parking lot!”
It was actually pretty funny that we were talking about something like this, but when I looked back at Levi, expecting another joke, he looked surprisingly serious.
His playful expression softened.
“You want to have a family with me?” he muttered quietly.
My breath hitched.
I stared at him for a second before shaking my head in disbelief.
“Do you think I’m dating you for bragging rights or something?”
I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to act offended even though my heart was already melting.
“Of course, I want to have a family with you. Not now, of course.” I smiled softly. “But someday.”
The words felt natural coming out of my mouth.
Because when I imagined my future…
He was always in it.
When he didn’t respond right away, concern slowly crept into my chest.
“Don’t you?”
He shook his head fervently.
“I do,” he answered immediately. “If you want, I’ll marry you right at this moment and have pretty babies.”
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A laugh escaped me before I nudged his chest, but instead of letting me go, he simply wrapped me tighter in his embrace holding me like he never wanted to let go.
“You don’t know how much I want to be with you forever,” he murmured against my hair. “I already told you-you’re the only one for me in this lifetime.”
Levi and his words
If he weren’t a hockey player, he might as well be a poet.
He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes again.
“I’m at your disposal. Hope,” he said gently. “Tell me whenever you’re ready. I’m willing to slow down or speed up my pace just for you. Whatever makes you comfortable… I’ll meet you there.”
I pursed my lips and nodded, unable to stop the smile spreading across my face.
However, that smile slowly fell when he began adjusting his seat.
“What are you doing?”
“Aren’t we going to do it?” he asked innocently.
“Levi, I already told you! We’re in a parking lot.”
“This parking lot is reserved for people who have units in this place. It’s a dead hour. Besides,” he smirked, reclining the driver’s seat until it lay nearly flat.
“There’s plenty of space here,” he said, patting his lap.
Before I could argue, his hand slid between my thighs, fingers pressing right against the thin fabric of my shorts.
I was already soaked, the heat between my legs pulsing with every stroke. I had been like this ever since I felt his hard-on
My hips twitched involuntarily, grinding down against his hand, and I bit my lip hard to keep from moaning
“Fuck, you’re already dripping,” he murmured. His fingers worked faster, the friction building until my shorts clung to me, completely soaked through.
I lost all control, rocking shamelessly against his touch, my thighs trembling. The car felt too small and hot, every breath thick with the scent of my own arousal.
He didn’t even give me time to recover. With a quick tug, he yanked my shorts and panties aside before freeing his cock
It was thick, hard, the head already slick.
I knew there was no going back now.
“Make it quick, Levi,” I moaned.
He gripped my hips and pulled me forward, lining himself up. “No promises,” he said.
With that, he thrust up into me, filling me completely.
I gasped, my hands flying to his shoulders for balance. Each thrust punched a moan from my throat, the wet sounds of my entrance taking him, filling the car.
But suddenly, he stopped.
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Buried deep inside me, he went completely still, his hands loose on my waist. I whined, desperate, rolling my hips “Levi. move, please-
He leaned back, relaxed, eyes half-lidded with lust.
“Move all you want, baby,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I glared at him, but he only looked amused.
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