Page 25 of Puck Off, She’s Mine

Eventually, he peels me away from the door, stumbling across the living room. We fall in a heap onto a wide chaise, with him below me.

He doesn't even break rhythm as he rips my dress off over my head, staring up at me like he's in awe. "Jesus, baby. Look at you," he groans, leaning forward to run his lips across my shoulder. He doesn't stop there. He kisses everywhere he can reach, fumbling with the clasp on my bra to drag it off.

I claw at his shirt, trying to get it off him. He leans back just long enough to rip it off over his head before he's back, his lips wrapping around one hard nipple, my ass meeting his thighs with a stinging smack.

I come hard, my entire body losing power. But he just keeps going, rolling us until I'm beneath him, sprawled across the chaise on my back. He's a god above me, fucking me like he's never going to stop.

I come again, shattering into pieces.

"I know, baby. I know," he groans. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

I just sob his name, unable to say anything else. I'm not even sure I know the words at this point. He's wringing me out.

"God, look at you." He dips his head, kissing me again. "You're so fucking pretty when you're coming for me."

"Please," I gasp, not sure I can do it again.

"One more. Give me one more."

I can't. I know I can't.

"Just one more," he begs, rocking into me again.

I cling to him, already falling over the edge again. He growls when he feels it, burying his face in my throat. His whole body locks up tight, my name whispering from his lips. And then he shudders, his cock pulsing as he comes with me.

I shiver beneath him, clinging to his shoulders and sobbing his name. I can't stop myself. Every nerve ending is singing. Every muscle is a puddle.

This is ecstasy.

Chapter Seven

Phoenix

Cara is a mess beside me, stuttering and blushing like she isn't sure what to say or do now that I've been inside her. It's fucking cute. It's also guaranteed to end with me inside her again if she isn't careful.

"I should probably go," she finally blurts, staring at me with wide eyes.

"Yeah?" I cock a brow at her, prowling across the chaise to her. "You think you get to fuck and run?"

"What? No. I just…" She covers her face with her hands, groaning. "Maybe I'm just freaking out a little bit, okay?"

I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her right breast. "I hadn't noticed."

She drops her hands long enough to glare at me. "You don't have to sound so happy about it."

"I'm fucking thrilled about it," I murmur, dragging her into my arms. "You're in my living room, covered in my cum, wearing nothing but the panties I ruined and the marks I left on you. Why wouldn't I be happy about that?"

"You're kind of a caveman, you know that?"

"No." I tilt her head back until her eyes meet mine. "I'm just fucking relieved you're here. After today, I wasn't sure…"

Her gaze softens as she lifts her hand, her fingers brushing the bruise on my cheek. "Does it hurt?"

"Nah, it's fine."

"You know he's not really into me, don't you?" she asks, sounding worried about it. "He said he flirts with me because he likes giving you something to fight for other than hockey."

I grunt, throwing an arm over my eyes.