Rejected By My Hockey Alpha
Madison bucked to meet me, her nails raking my flesh, her moans sharp, each one louder than the last.
I gritted my teeth, pounding into her, my cock sliding slick and fast, but it felt like nothing. Her cries bounced off the walls, filling the room, but in my head.
Penelope.
Her quiet laugh.
Her hazel eyes.
Her soft, unforced smile.
I squeezed Madison’s hips and flipped her onto her stomach. She gasped, hair spilling wild across the sheets.
“Yes fuck, that’s it,” she panted, pushing her ass back against me. “Rough. You know I love it rough.”