“You won’t get a prize from the surprise bag,” the deep voice taunts.
“You don’t even have another condom,” I whimper.
“Yeah, because I’m going to come all over your pussy.” He wraps my legs around him, grinding against my pussy, teasing my clit with his hard cock.
I arch my back off the table and groan when I feel the head of his cock at my ass. “You didn’t get a hat trick.”
“Just a little motivation for next game.” I feel the slight burn of him pressing against my ass, then it leaves, and that thick cock is sliding bare in my pussy. “Your cunt can take it.” He hooks his fingers into the panties, the thin straps digging into my skin as he slides that impossibly long length into my abused pussy until I feel his balls, huge, against my cunt.
He bends over, smothering the begging and pleading and moaning with his mouth. The helmet falls off, and I wring my fingers in the sweaty dark waves of his hair as he fucks me with a smooth, unrelenting pace.
“I’m gonna ruin your fucking pussy,” he grunts, hiking up my hips so he can drive his cock deep into me. “You’re never going to spread your legs for anyone but me, are you?”
I pull at his jersey. “I’m gonna—are you gonna—” I gasp. Part of me wants it, wants to feel what it’s like for him to empty all that cum in my pussy.
“Shit!” He pulls out, the sensation making me finally come.
He strokes himself twice as he watches me in front of him, legs splayed, pussy bare for him, then I feel it—the hot thick cum spray all over my tits, my stomach, coating my pussy and my thighs in white to drip down my desk.
He takes my hand, slides it into my messy pussy, mesmerized as he uses my fingers to tease my clit.
“I can’t, I’m—” I pant.
He moves my hand, coated with his cum and my pussy juices, forcing my fingers in my mouth. I suck my finger as he works his own hand in my pussy, stroking me roughly until my hips betray me, rolling erratic and lazy against his hand until another orgasm twists out of me, my legs clutching his wrist until the last of the tremors pass.
“I’ve done some shit, but this is a new low point.” I breathe hard as Fletcher adjusts the padding. He’s sweaty and messy from the hockey match and fucking me. Me? I shouldn’t look like I just got fucked in an alleyway.
“It’s not completely low. You didn’t let me come up your ass.” He kisses me hard, possessive, as he slides his gloves back on.
28
FLETCHER
“We play the Montreal Vortex tomorrow,” Ellie announces the next morning at practice.
I wanted to crawl into bed with her last night, fuck her, ride her, make her scream and moan my name, fill her with my cum. I even jogged in the cold and sleet to her parents’ house, but it was packed with her family celebrating the Rhode Islanders’ win.
“Everyone did great. You all earn a sticker,” she says as she passes out the prizes.
“Can I have my surprise later?” I murmur so only she can hear me when I step up to the bag.
I can’t keep my eyes off her during practice, can’t stop thinking about how good it felt to be buried inside of her.
I’m going to fuck her again soon. Hopefully, tonight after the holiday party.
We’re supposed to be doing a passing drill, but I can’t concentrate from watching Ellie. She’s balanced on the toe of her skates, legs spread wide, knees bent.The same position she’d be in to ride a cock.
No,mycock.
She rises and falls slowly as she demonstrates a puck recovery move to Ren she wants him to try.
I’m not the only one watching her.
“Damn, you think if we win at least the Eastern Conference, she’ll sleep with the guy who scores the game-winning goal?” Eddie snickers. “Might rethink my stance on female coaches if I get some pussy on my—oof!”
Eddie doubles over, choking on the words as I break my stick into his gut.
“Ooh,” the guys near me all groan as I bring the stick down on Eddie’s back.
