Frozen Desire – SA Bailey

“You’re so tight. This cunt is a fucking dream come true. Do you hear how wet you are?” I focus on the sound of our skin joining, the wet slap of my arousal as he pounds into me with abandon. “Your perfect body was made for this, angel. Made to take my cock so perfectly, made to feast on Nat’s sweet pussy.

You belong to us, don’t you?” My breath catches, a band inside me tightening, that well of pleasure reaching the point of breaking. I suck Nat’s clit into my mouth harder than before, hollowing my cheeks and forcing every last drop of pressure I can on her bud while I plunge two fingers deep inside her until I feel her curve.

I press the pads of my fingers against her G-Spot and apply just the right amount of pressure that, mixed the force of my mouth, causes her to rupture. I can tell by the sound of her cry that it took her by surprise, and as her release floods my fingers with enough force to remove them from her body, I slide my mouth down to her center and allow her to flood my mouth too. She drenches me with her climax, coating my lips and mouth so thoroughly, it’s dripping off my chin and onto the mattress below.

The taste of her, the sight of her wet and swollen and so ravished, meets the rough, hard thrust of Hudson inside me, sending me barreling into the white hot light that explodes behind my eyes. It sends me ricocheting off the walls of reality as that pleasure—deeper and more primal than before— washes over me again. “Fuck.” His voice calls me back from space, and I realize how achingly empty I’ve become just a moment before a hot spurt of liquid lands at the base of my spine, spreading over my ass, and Hudson’s body folds over mine.

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OceanofPDF.com For the insatiable. OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Epilogue Thank You Acknowledgments Also by S.A. Bailey (as Sarah A. Bailey) OceanofPDF.com PROLOGUE ELLIE Of all the horrible ways I could start my week, walking in on my mother fucking my boyfriend definitely takes the cake.

My hands shake, and I can feel everything I’ve eaten today swirling in my stomach, desperate to come back up, but I’m not crying. I don’t know if it’s shock or disgust, but my eyes are dry as ever. I make my way down the dim tunnel beneath the school’s ice arena to the men’s locker room. Technically, I’m not allowed on this side, but as a member of Westgate University’s girl’s hockey team—and the men’s head coach’s step-daughter—nobody looks in my direction.

Hudson’s office is just outside the locker room, and I’m hoping he’s actually here as I rasp my knuckles on the closed door. “Yeah?” his familiar baritone voice barks from the other side. I gently push it open, peeking my head over the threshold. “Hi. Do you have a minute?” His head snaps up, ice-blue eyes assessing me with caution. “Ellie? What are you doing here?

Don’t you have class right now?” I nod. “I, um…skipped.” My voice cracks. Fuck. I might cry now. I’m about to destroy this man’s entire life. He rubs a massive, calloused hand over his jaw, scratching at his coarse beard. “Have a seat, darlin’.” He nods to the chair in front of his desk.

“What’s going on?” I scurry into the room, tossing my backpack at my feet as I sink into the chair. “I need to talk to you.” A tear finally slips from my eye as I notice the photo on his desk: last year’s team at the National Championship. Hudson’s star goalie—my boyfriend—stands front and center, trophy in hand. “It’s about Mom…and Bodhi.” OceanofPDF.com CHAPTER ONE NATALIA The distant echo of a slamming door slices through Amy Winehouse blasting in my ears.

I slip my headphones off my head and let them hang around my neck, muffling the sound of “Valerie”.

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