Page 41 of My Pucking Family

I slowly lower her onto the plush bedding, and she grips my hair to hang on. I can feel the cum leaking out of my dick. If she does that again, it'll be over for me.

As soon as I lay her down and she wriggles into the bedding to get comfortable, I amp up the intensity by slowly sliding one finger into her tight pussy while I continue to devour her clit.

She somehow simultaneously melts into my touch while her body begins to coil tighter.

“Oh m-my god...Roman!” she cries as her climax consumes her. Her body clenching around my finger, spilling onto my tongue, and that does me in as I follow her over the cliff.

I lift myself from between her legs and roll over onto my side next to her. “Are you okay?” I ask as I brush her damp hair from her face.

“Are you kidding me? I'm still floating somewhere in the stratosphere.” She sighs and giggles.

Taking her hand in mine and kissing her knuckles, I say, “Then my job here is done.”

She swats at me and giggles again. I rise from the bed and go to the bathroom to get her a warm rag to clean up, so she can finish getting ready.

I retake my seat in the corner of the room, just watching her in awe of her existence. Once she's gotten all her layers and make-up on, she arranges her hair into one of those messy disasters on top of her head, then adds that weird maroon glitter hair gel she bought to wear to games.

She comes out of the bathroom yet again, and her eyebrows scrunch together for a moment before she asks, “Aren't you gonna get ready?”

“Of course, Sunshine, give me ten minutes.”

I lean in to kiss her on the forehead on my way to the bathroom. I took a shower this morning before Leera woke, so I just need to throw some water and a little gel in my hair and put on the suit I brought with me for game day.

The pants are black straight legs and stop just at the ankle. I add a plain white button up, leaving the top couple of buttons undone, with a black, two-button jacket over the top. Then I finish off the look with some white Alexander McQueen low-top sneakers.

When we get to the arena and I have to leave Leera with Khaos, it's a strange feeling. To trust the man who hates me with the thing I love the most in this world.

She's got her normal seat right behind our bench so that I can keep her close. When the pregame show begins, I decidethat our little show at the last one made me a better hockey player. When my name is called over the loudspeakers, instead of making my lap around the ice, I go straight to my little miracle and place one hand against the glass and the other against my heart.

The smile on her face warms my once empty soul, and when I turn to Khaos, expecting a snarl or an eye roll, he's looking at her with a similar adoration. I may have been without my mate, but I think his little sister meant more to him than I ever truly understood.

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As if I hadn't even just had a mind-blowing orgasm only a few hours ago, watching Roman play hockey turns me on more and more every time I see it.

I'm enjoying sitting here chatting it up with Khaos, but we also have absolutely no privacy right now. Social media is going to have a field day with this. Honestly, I would if it wasn't revolving around me.

Hey, that’s it!

Maybe I can do a piece on Roman and Khaos coming to terms with each other and not trying to kill each other so hard on the ice.

But how would I write that for the people in the real world where werewolves are still just a cool movie creature?

The idea fizzles a bit, but I know Roman and Slate will take care of anything slanderous.

When the second period ends, I have to pee, so Khaos comes with me. “Can you go to the bathroom too so it isn't so obvious you're literally escorting me to the bathroom?” I ask with a sarcastic smile, but seriously.

When we get to the bathrooms, the usual roles have reversed, and there is a line out the door for the men's room, and I walk right in to my stall.

I guess there aren't as many hockey gals as there are guys. That's just because they haven't watched these guys play yet.

I wash my hands and head back out. It looks like Khaos made it into the bathroom but hasn't come back out yet, so I pull out my phone to text Zoey.

I smile to myself and tuck my phone away when I notice a guy walking straight towards me. I look down and make sure not to make eye contact or engage in any way, but he stops right beside me and says, “Hey, beautiful.”

“I-I'm sorry, I'm just waiting for someone,” I just barely get out.

“That's okay, how about you come watch the game with me? I got the best seats in the house.”

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