Free Dirty Score, A Rough Riders Hockey Novel by Skye Jordan, Joan Swan

pushed deep until Mia’s eyes closed and she arched with a moan. “You’re going to be a tight, tight fit. I’m going to stretch you all around me.”
    “Yes. Now.”
    “Mmm, no.” He slid his wet fingers over her pussy, parting her folds and exposing that juicy clit again. “We’re still in Savage foreplay.”
    Rafe lowered his mouth to her pussy with so much anticipation, his chest felt like it would crack. And when she was in his mouth, flooding every taste bud, he was sure he could have climaxed with little more than a brush of his cock. She was so soft. So warm. So delicious. And the way she rocked against his mouth and pulled at his hair made him want to tongue fuck her all night.
    “Oh my God.” She rolled into a half crunch and held his head with both hands. He hummed and turned his head side to side, licking and sucking. Her mouth dropped open, eyes rolled back, fingers curled into fists. “ Oh my God .”
    Jesus, her pussy trembled beneath his mouth in a pre-orgasm shiver. She was so easy to get off, it was almost too easy. Almost. But in Mia’s case, the more pleasure he could give her in this short time they had, the better. He put his tongue to work, stroking her with wide, solid swaths. She broke after the second. And continued to tremble as Rafe continue to eat. He wasn’t ready to stop. He’d been starved for her for years.
    “Rafe, Rafe, Rafe …” Each call of his name increased in pitch until she screamed and bucked and broke again in a shivering hot mess.
    Rafe still wasn’t done. He was starting to wonder if he’d ever be done. The more he got, the more he needed. The harder she came, the harder he wanted her next climax. And he pushed two fingers deep into her hot, wet pussy. “Mmm, so good. Can’t get enough.”
    She had one hand fisted in her own hair and one in his. Her body started to move, and she whimpered.
    This climax he teased out of her, getting a wicked high out of torturing her with pleasure. While he rubbed the growing bubble deep in her pussy, he barely flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.
    “Rafe.” She slammed both hands into the bed and fisted the comforter, then lifted her hips, rocking them toward his mouth. And damn, that was just so goddamned hot.
    He covered her, growled, then took her clit between his lips and sucked and sucked and sucked.
    Mia climaxed so hard, her scream was cut short. She bucked and twisted and moaned and whimpered. Then shivered and trembled and panted, while she kept a heavy hand on Rafe’s jaw.
    “No more…” She said between breaths. “Need…a break.”
    He pushed up, licked his lips, and leaned over her. “Don’t get used to it.” He pressed a kiss to her belly. “We’ve still got a lot of night left ahead.”

6
    M ia was fucked .
    Well, not yet. At least not in the literal sense, but she already knew this night wasn’t going to be what she’d planned, expected, or needed.
    In fact, as she caught her breath, sprawled on the bed in next to nothing with the man who’d owned her heart since she’d been a teenager kissing his way up her body, Mia knew tonight might just turn out to be the worst mistake of her life.
    Rafe pressed his face to her neck, kissing her with a hum of pleasure. Mia closed her eyes on emotions so strong and so wildly unexpected that tears stung. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, and as soon as he lifted his head, she pulled him in and kissed him, pouring all those emotions into the connection.
    He tasted musky and male. So alive. So primal. Mia used what little strength she’d recovered to push him onto his back and roll on top of him. And when she lifted her head, she found him smiling up at her. A big, authentic, quintessential Rafe grin, complete with that deep crescent in his right cheek. He reached up and pushed her hair off her face, then cupped her cheek and stroked her skin with his thumb.
    Mia closed her eyes and leaned her head into his hand, and when she looked at