In the Game (Lakes Hockey, #3)

by Sloane St. James

“Mmhmmmm.” “That’s my sweet girl. Come on my fingers, baby.”

“Come on, don’t. I’ll suffocate you.” Bullshit. If I die with her on top, it’ll be from drowning, not suffocation. Not a bad way to go.

“I said sit. I’m a grown man with a fucking appetite. Get your pussy down here. All of your weight, stop fucking around.”

“Now grind.”