Page 183 of Perfect Pucking Match


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“Believe me, sweetheart, this pains me as much as you,” I tell her earnestly. “But the Guardians have a big game coming against the Chicago Titans this Saturday, and I can’t let the team down by skipping practice.”

“I know. I have to go to the office too.” She frowns, hugging my pillow to her chest and taking a whiff of my scent, already feeling my absence. “It’s just that I don’t want to go out into the real world yet. I’d rather stay in our little bubble a bit longer with you.”

“Me too,” I retort, just as forlorn.

The cute, sad frown that pops out is too much for my aching heart to handle. I drop the duffle bag to the floor and walk over to her side of the bed, bending down to kiss her lips one more time before I have to leave her. Lottie lifts off the mattress, wrapping her arms around my neck, taking full advantage of her goodbye kiss. It takes everything in me to pull away, groaning when I see that her lips are good and swollen after just one kiss.

“When do you get off work today?” I groan, rubbing my thumb over her full bottom lip.

“Why? Miss me already?” she taunts me, her eyes hooded while she nibbles on my thumb before sucking it into her mouth completely.

“You really don’t play fair, do you, sweetheart?” I let out a low groan, slowly thrusting my thumb in and out of her hot, wet mouth. “Fuck it. I can be a few minutes late,” I relent, eagerly falling on top of her, the little squeal of happiness she lets out melting my heart and hardening my cock.

I kiss her good and hard as my Lottie wraps her whole naked body around me, in a deadlock embrace.

She’s so warm and inviting.

So goddamn beautiful.

So mine.

“No. You were right. I don’t want you to be late because of me. You have to go,” she mewls, panting as I kiss my way down her long neck, sinking my teeth into her shoulder.

“Just five more minutes, then I’ll leave,” I growl as my mouth moves further south until I’m sucking on her perky nipple.

“Not if you keep doing that, you won’t,” she whimpers, running her fingers through my hair.

“I’ll be fast. Just need a little taste,” I plead, grazing my teeth over her hard nipple one more time before I run my tonguedown her chest, past her flat stomach, all the way down to her shaven mound.

Lottie pulls her knees up on the bed until my head is cradled in between her thighs, right at her apex, the scent of her arousal maddening me further. But before my mouth latches onto her soaked pussy, Lottie pulls my head up by the strands of my hair, the mischievous smile on her lips doing me in.

“Didn’t you say you have a big game on Saturday? You and I both know it will take you more than five minutes to do what you’re thinking about.”

“Baby, I couldn’t give a fuck about anything right now that doesn’t involve making you come,” I mutter hungrily. “Now be a good girl and wrap those long legs of yours around my shoulders. I’m fucking starving.”

And like the good girl she is, my Lottie does as she’s told, letting me eat her out to my heart’s content.

Of course, just like she predicted, five minutes doesn’t cut it.

I ended up arriving three hours late to the arena, forgoing my precious gym time and spending every second of it making sure my Lottie saw God instead.

“You’re late, Wilder,” Coach Byrne reprimands when he sees me walking towards the rink.

“Sorry, Coach. Couldn’t be avoided.” I grin while hurriedly putting on my skates.

“Are you… smiling?” he asks in bewilderment.

I touch my face and verify that he’s right.

I am smiling.

“I guess I am.” I smile even more broadly at him.

“Huh, well, I’ll be damned. Never thought I would see the day.”

“Neither did I.”

“Well, don’t just stand there, son. Get in there.” He chuckles, giving me a pat on the shoulder.

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