Page 8 of Falling for the Pucking Bad Boy

There could be more to him than it seems.

However, this isn't about changing or saving anyone. It's not about futures intertwined or paths forever joined. It's about the thrill of the moment, the rush of connection, the sheer joy of being with someone who ignites a spark. Judson, for all his complexities and contradictions, offers a night of adventure with no strings attached.

That’s all I can handle right now.

“You know you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Okay, now we’re back.

I roll my eyes because I’m sure that’s not the first time he’s said that to a girl, nor will it be the last.

“I mean it,” he quips. “You’re fuckin’ impeccable.”

“Thank you.” Then I lift a brow. “Did you finish?”

He narrowed his eyes and fuck me; he commands attention with a presence that's as striking as it is magnetic.

Standing tall and lean, his frame suggests athleticism and power, honed through countless hours on the ice. His broad shoulders and sculpted physique hint at the strength beneath the surface, a testament to his dedication to his craft as a defenseman for the New Brunswick Wolverines.

But his face truly captivates, framed by tousled blonde hair styled in a trendy fade that adds an edge to his rugged good looks. His jawline is strong and chiseled, hinting at determination and resolve, while a hint of stubble only adds to his rugged charm.

The most arresting feature, however, is undoubtedly his eyes—piercing emerald green orbs that seem to shimmer with an intensity all their own. They're the kind of eyes that demand attention, hold your gaze captive, and refuse to let go. They're windows to a soul that's seen its share of victories and defeats, a soul that's as complex and possibly multifaceted as the man himself.

Because this man doesn’t talk like a womanizer, he’s cloaked himself as human and not the ice god I’ve seen him to be.

“Did you seriously just ask if I was finished? That’s cute,” he conveys with a look of challenge. “Wrap your arms tighter around my neck.” I do, and he removes his hand from my clit and grabs my ass with both hands, spreading my cheeks open before sinking deep into me.

My whole body bows forward a bit with a whimper as Judson demands my body to yield to him, and, holy shit, that’s all I want to do.

It takes one of his sexy grunts and a mumbled fuck, yes, and I’m breaking apart into a million and one stars. My orgasm rips a scream through my throat, and Judson doesn’t bother covering it. He only pumps into me harder and harder until he’s found his own release.

I swear, even after he’s done, he’s still thrusting himself in my body, and when I think I can’t take anymore from how sensitive my pussy feels, he stops. His soft lips press gingerly into my forehead and linger there for a sweet kiss that’s equally confusing and sweet all in one beat.

“You’ve just become my favorite thing to do.”

A broken chuckle escapes my lips because what the hell? I don’t know if I should feel used or if he’s too loopy to think straight, but I’ll take it anyway.

“Thank you. I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“Please do,” he mutters. “It’s only meant to be one.”

A comfortable silence falls between us as we catch our breath.

He’s still inside me, and I’m still latched onto him like I don’t want to let go.

“You hungry?”

I rock my head back and forth. “Nope.”

“Thirsty.”

“I’m good.”

“Tired?”

“Not really.”

“Good.” He peels me off the wall and pivots toward the middle of the room. “Because I’m everything but the latter, and I’m going to eat you alive until you’re writhing and filled with me again.”

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