Page 40 of My Pucking Family

It's weird being here with Roman and his men, though. Since we started playing hockey, there hasn't been a game where we crossed paths that wasn't an all-out war.

Now, we're all sitting here pretending we haven't spent over five hundred years hating each other.

How long will we be able to pretend? Are we capable of forming an acquaintance-ship at the least, or a friendship at most? Maybe we'll have to settle on medium ground and just be allies.

I guess we're going to find out, because I'm not abandoning her again. I fucked up last time. I let my hatred towards Roman keep me from the only person I've ever loved. My little sister was the only person in any of the worlds who ever meant anything to me.

I blame Roman for her death, but he doesn't know that I blame myself just as much.

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This is the first time that I haven't met up with Leera at the game. I'm getting to see her whole process of getting ready for the game. She lays all her clothes out on the bed before she goes to take a shower and whatever-the-fuck women spend forever doing in the bathroom.

She's trying to kill me. She has to be. She laid out satin black panties, with a matching bra. Then she's got those skintight pants that look like black leather. For her tops, she has a black t-shirt, a black hoodie, and the jersey that I got her.

She comes out with just a towel on, and what little bit of motivation I may have had to put myself together has been obliterated.

“Will I be able to get dressed with you in the room, or should I take my clothes into the bathroom?” she scolds lovingly with her hands on her hips as she smiles.

I rise from where I am sitting and slowly walk towards her, watching as the blush begins to spread. Just as it hits the tip of her nose, the scent of her arousal reaches me.

Dragging a finger across her exposed collarbone, I growl, “Why don't you let me help?”

I flick the towel, and it falls to the ground, leaving my perfect little mate standing bare before me.

“I should make sure you're good and relaxed before the game, so you can truly enjoy it,” I say softly as I lean in to take a lungful of her scent.

“H-how would you do that?” she asks as her chest begins to rise and fall more quickly.

Fuck, I love this woman.

“Well, first, I would walk you over to the wall for support,” I explain before kissing her behind the ear and slowly moving her towards the wall.

She nods and nearly whimpers.

“Then I would sink to my knees toworshipyou.”

Her eyes widen with lust and surprise as I lower myself to the floor and gently take one of her legs and place it on my shoulder.

“Roman,” she breathes, already panting with need.

“Yes, Sunshine?”

“W-we don't have t-time for this,” she stutters.

“This isn't about me. This is about you. I don't need to relax, I need to get the blood flowing. This will be the best pre-game warm up I've ever had.”

Instead of another response, she gasps as I run my fingers up the inside of her thigh moving higher towards her sweet, wet center.

The scent of her alone causes my eyes to roll back in my head as I growl.

I tease her clit with my finger for a moment, and her head falls back against the wall. When I pull my finger away from her,a whimper escapes, and she looks at me as though I've betrayed her.

“Oh, Sweetheart, I'm not done with you. We're just getting started.” I smile as I lean into her body.

This time I kiss my way up the inside of her thigh, and when I reach the top, I say, “Look at me, baby; I want to watch the pleasure consume you.” And with that, I close the final distance between my mouth and her sweet pussy, and her eyes enlarge even farther.

My cock is already straining against my shorts, but the moment my tongue touches her core, I'm a millisecond from blowing my load. She mewls as my tongue works her sensitive skin. Her knees become weak, and I worry that she'll fall. Without breaking contact from pleasuring my treasure, I slide her other thigh over my shoulder, place both of my hands on her lower back, and rise to my feet. She squeals, then moans as I walk her over to the bed.

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