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Pulling her hips all the way to the edge of the counter, I gently push her back on her elbows before dropping my face between her thighs and licking her pussy. Her eyes flutter closed as my tongue swirls around her clit, sucking. I press two fingers into her wet heat and she contracts around my hand, bucking.

“Fuck, Xander. That feels so good.” Her voice is low and throaty, full of desire.

“I can make you feel better than good, baby.”

With one hand, I pull my shorts down, kicking them off. Then I lift her limp body from the countertop.

“Wrap your legs around me.” I grip her bare ass, squeezing the warm globes and she shimmies against my abs. “God, you’re perfect.”

“Mmm,” she murmurs, her arms winding around me. “Fuck me, Xander. Please.”

“Oh shit. I don’t have any condoms here in the kitchen.”

“It’s fine. I’m on birth control.”

“You sure?”

She nods, stroking her fingers along my jaw. “Yes. Please. Now.”

I lift her up slightly, easing my dick into her tight pussy.

“Don’t go slow. I need you inside me, right now.”

I push all the way into her and her muscles tense around my hard cock, milking me.

“Fuck, that feels good.” I lock my gaze on her and she smiles, a flush creeping from her chest to her neck.

Tightening her legs around me, she thrusts against me and I meet her energy. We find a rhythm, rocking together, her breasts bouncing against my chest.

“Yes…” she cries, her voice tipping up.

Tingly pressure builds at the base of my spine as she rides me, her nails digging into my back. Heat floods through me as I pump into her, over and over again.

“Oh god…” She shatters around me, her muscles squeezing my cock. I keep going, pounding into her and not letting up, chasing my release.

“Yes…” I hiss, hot streams of cum exploding inside her. I press her body to mine, holding her tight against me.

“Wow. That was…wow.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, almost reverent.

“Yes, it was.” I tuck a stray hair behind her ear before kissing her soft and slow on the lips. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

She blushes, pink tinting her cheeks. “Stop.”

“I’m being serious. You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re fucking hot. Hottest thing in my kitchen.” I wink and she laughs.

“You say that to all the girls, I’m sure.”

“No.” I press my lips together, serious. “I promise you, I don’t. You’re special, Rachel. I want to see you again.”

Biting at her swollen lip, she locks her eyes with mine. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes. Who am I to question the hockey god?”

CHAPTER 13

RACHEL