Page 79 of That Pucking New Girl

CHAPTER

TWENTY

ALASTAIR

“You’re such a goddamned brat,” I groan, my lips crashing against her. My best friends and I have pain kinks we can’t typically share with others.

I know she’s pissed at me, but I fucking hate to be ignored. I don’t remember her hair being this short when Ciaran cut it with the knife, yet it works for her. God, this girl could be bald and I would still think she’s gorgeous.

What witchcraft is this?

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I say, catching her wrists and shoving them against the wall. “You live in my head, and Draven’s asshole has been very abused on your behalf this week.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel special?” Noor asks, trying to kick me.

Smirking, I grab a handful of her ass and lift her, enjoying the way she gasps and wraps her legs around my waist as if she’s worried I’ll drop her. Noor should be worried, but not about that.

I can see her holsters on her thighs, and it reminds me of the strength that lives in this pint sized body. No one else has the stones to fight me like this.

“It means it’s your turn to be fucked,” I grunt. “Draven’s asshole is red, puffy, and he begged for a day off.”

“You have two fuck toys,” she says brazenly. “The other one isn’t me.”

“Ciaran’s busy,” I grunt, smirking. His parents have been on his ass to be home more. He won’t tell us what the deal is either. “Don’t scream or I won’t be the one responsible for releasing photos of what you look like when you come.”

Keeping her pinned against the wall, my hand on her ass slides to the band of her panties and wraps around it. Her eyes widen as she struggles to get free and she shakes her head.

“Stop!” she yells before I rip them off and drop them. Smirking, I release my cock from my suddenly too tight pants and then pull open the buttons of her shirt.

I’m only semi gentle since walking around without panties is easier than missing buttons. Pushing up her bra, I shush her before kissing her lips to distract her. Noor melts against me, and I groan at how sweet she tastes. I love when she fights me, but I also adore the way she is now.

No…I hate her. Hate. There’s nothing sweet about how I feel about Noor Agassi. There can’t be.

Breaking free of the kiss, I bite down hard where her throat meets her shoulder as I ruck her skirt around her waist and notch the crown of my cock at her entrance.

“Don’t scream again,” I grunt, pulling her down in one smooth motion.

Noor’s head drops back as she whimpers, gasping for air as I pin her against the wall as I thrust up to bottom out inside of her.

“Why can’t you just do what you’re told?” I ask, burying my face in her tits. I’m contorting my body to get access to them, but I don’t fucking care.

“Because you want me to betray who I am,” she rasps. Her fingers curl down as I continue to hold her wrists, and I punish her tight cunt with my cock.

I can tell I’m affecting her as she clenches and gushes around my dick, and I adjust her slightly so I’m hitting her g-spot.

“I want you to bend,” I snarl. “You’re fucking things up for me.”

“Poor little rich boy,” she moans.

This is the Noor I know and love to hate. This is the version of her I stroked my cock to this morning. It’s an unhealthy obsession, and one I’m worried may fuck up my hockey rituals.

My cock refuses to react to Kelsie anymore. She’s going to be pissed when I make up an excuse not to fuck her before the next game. I may need to let her find me fucking Draven instead. She knows where she stands with the guys, and won’t be able to complain if I’m fucking my goalie.

It might be time for a new ritual.

“You don’t know me,” I growl. “Come on my dick like the good little cum queen that you are.”

“At least you can acknowledge your place should be on your knees or by my side,” she says, her eyes rolling back as her orgasm crashes over her.