Stand and Defend (Lakes Hockey, #4)

by Sloane St. James

“Very good. Don’t forget your colors,” he mutters. The pressure on my ass goes up. My jaw drops open, and my shaky breath exits as he forges ahead. “That’s it . . . Eyes.” I blink open, his gaze overflows with pride, but it’s more than that, it’s respect. The sensation overwhelms me. Our connection seems to throb between us. My heart explodes, and emotion leaks down my face. “Talk to me, Jordan. You okay, baby?” I nod emphatically. “Green.” His smile grows as the first piercing pushes inside. “Ask me nicely for another.” “May I have another rung?” I whimper. He pushes deeper before pausing again, waiting on me. “More?” This feels nothing like the toy did. Another inch. My lashes flutter at the fullness. “Please?” His jaw tics. “Fuck,” he groans through gritted teeth. Watching a man who exerts as much control as Camden Teller reveal his weakness, is thrilling. Especially when that weakness is me. I have to ask for each barbell before he gives it to me. Every piercing adds a layer of salaciousness. I’m gorged with him. “It’s a lot,” I hiss. “Did you think that was all of it?” His dark chuckle makes my eyes widen. He adds more lube. “What’s wrong, princess? Can’t take it?” His torment is so sexy. “I’m not a princess. I’m a queen, remember?” “Queens take all of it.” I smile. “Then give me all of it.” A lopsided grin forms, and he pushes my bent knees to my shoulders, so far it burns, then shoves the rest of himself inside. I gasp while he growls. He gave me the crown, that’s f...