Page 3 of Puck and Run

I run my hands down his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt. With trembling fingers, I start to unbutton it, revealing more of his toned body.

Duke pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine. “Are you sure about this?” he asks, his voice husky with desire

I pause, my heart racing. Am I sure? This is everything I’ve dreamed of for years, but the reality is so much more intense than I imagined. I take a deep breath, stealing my resolve.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I whisper, leaning in to capture his lips again.

That seems to break the last of Duke’s hesitation. He stands suddenly, lifting me with him, and I wrap my legs around his waist. In a few quick strides, he has me pressed against the wall, his body flush against mine.

His kisses become more urgent and hungry. I moan softly as his hands roam my body, setting my skin on fire wherever he touches. The thin fabric of my dress feels like too much of a barrier between us.

As if reading my mind, Duke’s hands find the zipper of my dress. He pauses, his eyes meeting mine, seeking permission. I nod, breathless with anticipation. Slowly, he pulls the zipper down, the sound filling the quiet room.

The dress pools at my feet, leaving me in just my lingerie. Duke’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight of me. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice filled with awe.

I blush beneath my mask, suddenly feeling vulnerable. But Duke’s gentle touch and admiring gaze make me feel desired,and cherished. He lifts me again, carrying me to bed and laying me down with surprising tenderness.

Quickly he takes off his suit and moves over me, his muscular body a stark contrast to my softer curves. I reach up, running my hands over his chest, marveling at the strength I feel beneath my fingertips.

I lightly touch his mask, hating that I can’t see his whole face. He smiles at me. “Still no faces?”

I shake my head. “No faces.” He still wouldn’t know who I was, but we’d see each other again at games and family stuff. He won’t know it was me he shared this night with, but I will.

He nods and begins kissing his way down my body. He stops at my breasts, first taking one and then the other into his mouth. His tongue tracing circles and then gently flicking my nipples. I’ve never felt anything so good.

My hips lift of their own volution and I hear a muffled laugh from Duke.

“Be patient, princess.”

Duke kisses down my stomach, running that magical tongue around my belly button. He comes to the edge of my panties and looks up at me. “May I?”

“Please—” I barely stop myself from saying his name.

He slips them down my legs and throws them over his shoulder. “Damn, princess, this is one pretty pussy.”

My body heats and again my body reaches for him. He lowers himself between my legs, spreads my thighs with his wide muscular shoulders, and leans into my body. I feel his breath against me and hear him inhale deeply before there’s a deep moan and his tongue finds my center. I almost come the second I feel his against my clit.

Duke pleasures me with the same intensity that he plays hockey. One hundred percent of his focus is on me.

“Princess, you taste so fucking good. Are you going to come for me?”

“I’m so close.”

He ups his game by inserting one of his long, thick fingers deep inside and I immediately explode. Duke doesn’t leave me until I come down, then he moves back up the bed and pulls me over on his body.

I can feel his cock hard against my stomach and I need him inside of me. He reaches behind me and I hear the crinkle of a wrapper.

“I had one in my wallet,” he says as I watch him put the condom on.

“Thank God,” I whisper.

He laughs, thrusts into me and I forget everything. The rhythm is hard and fast and feels so good.

“Fuck, princess.”

“I know.”

“Gonna come…” he groans. “You ready?”

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