Page 34 of They All Puck Me

Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me closer. “Please,” she begs softly.

The plea in her voice sends a jolt straight through me. I lower my head and press a kiss to her most sensitive spot before sliding my tongue against her slick folds. Her taste is intoxicating, and I can’t get enough.

“Oh God,” she gasps, hips bucking against me.

I grip her thighs to hold her steady as I work her with my mouth, teasing and tasting until she’s writhing beneath me. Her moans grow louder, filling the room with a symphony of desire that spurs me on.

When she’s right on the edge, trembling and panting my name like a prayer, I pull back just enough to look up at her flushed face. “Ready to come for your captain?” I ask with a wicked grin.

“Yes!” she cries out, hands fisting in the sheets.

I don’t make her wait any longer. With one final flick of my tongue and a well-placed thrust of my fingers inside her tight heat, she shatters around me, crying out in ecstasy.

As she comes down from the high, I crawl up beside her and capture her lips in a searing kiss. The taste of her own pleasure mingles with mine as our tongues dance together.

I stand from the bed, looking down at Olivia sprawled beneath me. "I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart," I say, my voice rough with desire. In one swift motion, I remove my pants and boxers, freeing myself.

Her eyes widen as they focus on my dick. "Jesus Christ, if you ever lose your hockey stick, you can always use that thing."

I can't help but laugh at her comment. "I'm glad it's up to your standards."

I hover over her, positioning myself between her legs. My dick rubs through her wet folds, slick from her climax and the remnants of mine. The sensation sends a jolt through both of us.

"I just needed to feel you before I suit up," I murmur.

Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab a condom and slip it on with practiced ease. I meet her gaze, my intense blue eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. "Are you ready?"

She grins, a mix of mischief and hunger in her expression. "I was born ready."

With that, I slam myself home, filling her completely. Her moan reverberates through the room, a sound that goes straight to my core.

"Fuck, Liam," she gasps, gripping my shoulders as I set a relentless pace.

Our bodies move together in perfect sync, each thrust deeper and more powerful than the last. Her nails dig into my skin, spurring me on. Every breathless moan and whispered plea drives me closer to the edge.

"Goddamn, Olivia," I groan, feeling the tight heat of her around me.

"Don't stop," she pants, her hips meeting mine with equal fervor.

I capture her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her cries of pleasure. Our tongues tangle as our rhythm intensifies, the bed creaking under our combined weight.

Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers. "You're incredible," I murmur between ragged breaths.

"So are you," she manages to reply.

The sound of our mingled moans fills the room as we race toward our peak together. The intensity of it all—the heat, the connection—it's overwhelming in the best possible way.

"Come for me," I command softly against her ear.

Her response is immediate; she shatters around me with a cry that echoes through the apartment. The sight and feel of her climax pushes me over the edge too, and I follow suit with a guttural groan.

We collapse together in a tangle of limbs and sweat-slicked skin, breathing hard but content. For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of our heartbeats and the faint hum of city noise outside.

I roll to my side, pulling Olivia against me. She rests her head on my chest, tracing lazy circles on my skin with her fingers.

"That was...wow, some celebration," she says finally.

I chuckle softly. "Yeah. Wow."

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