Hands Off The Ice King novel Chapter 164

164: HOPE (18+)

Hope’s POV

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After that interaction in the parking lot, he cleaned me up as gently as he could before we drove back to his house. Well, our house, as he had described it to that young guy.

However, at this very moment, I wanted to curse at him.

We were in his bathroom. I wanted to take a shower despite him cleaning me up because I still felt sticky, and I couldn’t shake the lingering warmth clinging to my skin.

However, he insisted on coming with me, claiming he was only there to “help me clean up.”

I shouldn’t have believed him!

“Levi,” I moaned as my hands kept slipping against the fogged glass panel of his shower. “You said you’d only help me clean up!”

“I am helping you.”

Even though I couldn’t see him, I could already picture the teasing smirk tugging at his lips.

“I’m scrubbing your insides really, really well. Can’t you feel the effort I’m putting into it?”

Scrubbing, my ass.

His cock went back and forth inside my entrance, reaching every crevice and corner.

“Or should I make it deeper?”

“Nooo,” I moaned, trying to grip at anything. However, there was nothing to hold onto.

“Fuck, you feel so good, babe.”

“Ahh, Levi.” I moaned his name. It did feel good for me too, but I was so tired.

He wouldn’t come even though I had already orgasmed twice!

“Just a little bit more,” he groaned and flipped me around.

“I’m tired,” I said, my eyes on the verge of closing.

My legs began to shake and give out, but then, the weight of my body was no longer carried by my legs. Instead, he had carried me, my back against the glass panel and my legs around his waist.

“Levi! This position-it’s too deep.”

“Fuck,” he cursed and began pounding into me like crazy, reaching the very depths of my body.

“I’m h-heavy, Levi. Put me down,” I panted, holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

“You’re as light as a feather,” he whispered in my ear. “I could carry three of you without any problem.”

“You just have to hold on.”

A monster. That’s what he is.

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I honestly shouldn’t have been surprised because he could last an entire hockey game. A whole sixty minutes of running around and striking his hockey stick

It shouldn’t be a surprise that his other stick could last this long, too.

Gosh, I was going crazy.

As I felt my third orgasm building, his cock was the hardest I had ever felt.

He was going to come, too, right?

He has too!

“Ahh! Oh… Mmmhh.” I moaned continuously, my body convulsing around him. However, I still didn’t feel the familiar twitch of his cock that indicated he had released.

He gave me some time to come down from my high, but the moment I snapped back to reality, I looked at him in disbelief.

He was still carrying me effortlessly.

“You’re still not done?” I muttered.

I felt him thrust into my entrance again, making a moan escape my lips.

“Just a little more, babe.”

I glared at Levi the moment he walked out of his bathroom. I was already on his bed, my hair dried, wrapped snugly in a thick blanket.

It was around three in the afternoon when we arrived at his house, and now it was already six. We had been going at it like bunnies for three straight hours!

He looked refreshed as always. Meanwhile, my lower back was killing me, and every muscle in my body reminded me exactly how the afternoon had been spent.

He walked over to his bedside table and pulled something out.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Massage oil,” he muttered.

“We’re not going to do it again, are we?” I asked apprehensively. I mean, my entrance was already soaking at the mere thought. Really, damn this body for being such a huge betrayer.

Still, when he shook his head, I let out a sigh of relief. I honestly couldn’t take it anymore. At least, not tonight.

“Let me give you a massage,” he said, removing the blanket before gently flipping me onto my stomach.

“It’s going to be a little warm,” he muttered as he poured the slick oil onto his palms before spreading it over my back, paying special attention to my aching lower back. I no longer had the energy to fight him because I was growing sleepier by the second.

I hummed in satisfaction as he began moving his hands expertly along my back. The tension I’d been carrying slowly melted beneath his touch. I felt my body gradually surrender.

“You’re good at this,” I muttered. “Are you sure you’re not the physical therapist between the two of us?”

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He chuckled. “You’re miles ahead of me. I just learned the basic exercises because I used to do them on my own whenever Nate wasn’t around. The people who replaced him always wanted to try something different, and I didn’t like the way they touched me, so I had no choice.”

I looked back at him and suddenly felt bad.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he chuckled, gently guiding my head back onto the pillow. “I’m fine now. A pretty physical therapist came along at the right time and helped me recover in more ways than one.”

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