Page 43 of The Puck Secret

I feel her entire body sigh, as she turns around in my embrace and flicks her eyes up to meet mine. “What happened on your birthday was a…”

I cut her off. “If you say mistake, I will fuck that word right out of your mouth,” I warn, her scent wrapping around me like a vine.

“Darkmore,” she snaps loudly, looking around to see if anyone heard, but I’m not stupid. I tracked our surroundings as she unknowingly led us into a nice quiet, secluded area.

“That wasn’t the name you were screaming the other night,” I whisper, pressing myself into her and pushing her body against the stacks until it molds with mine.

“Nova, please,” she pleads with panic in her tone, her head falling back against one of the shelves in an attempt to escape me, yet she isn’t trying, not really. I can feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest against my own, can see the widening of her eyes in anticipation as her pupils dilate, and my eyes track the heavy pulse in her neck. She wants this as much as I do.

“Now that’s more like it,” I smirk, dropping the book I retrieved for her to the floor at her feet, and dragging my hands up the side of her body.

“We can’t do this, Nova.” Her hands brace against my chest, but she doesn’t push me away or try to stop me, and I’m too lost in the sound of my name on her lips to do anything else.

“You weren’t saying that when my cock was buried inside your cunt the other night, Princess. In fact I think I recall it being something along the lines of, Oh god please more.” I drop my head down and drag my tongue up her exposed throat, just so desperate for another taste of her that I can’t help myself. When she lets out a gasp, I swear I feel the sound of it in my cock, this need for her driving me insane in a way I can’t seem to escape.

When I pull back, my eyes drag down her entire body, taking in the silk blouse covering her chest, and the blush skirt around her waist. It’s the same kind of preppy outfit she always wears, and where I would usually find them ridiculous, now I can’t stop fantasizing about them. My hands drop to her hips and I hold her in place as I slide my leg between her thighs and pull her against me. “You can either give it to me, or I can take it from you, the choice is yours.”

She scoffs as if she is disgusted, yet she spreads her legs for me anyway, pushing herself onto my thigh until she gasps. “You only want to fuck me because you hate my brother and my father is the Mayor.” She doesn’t add on the silent, and because of what he did to my mom, but I hear it anyway.

I almost laugh at her assessment of our situation. She has no fucking idea. “Do you think I give a fuck about who your daddy is when I know what the inside of your cunt feels like?” I ask, pushing my thigh against her pussy and moving her hips until she starts grinding against me. A little moan slips past her lips without permission, and I smirk as I bring my hand up and brush my thumb across them. “When I know what my name sounds like when it’s being moaned from these lips.” I drop my hand down and curl it around her neck, squeezing lightly as she continues to rub herself against me desperately. “When I know how my cock feels down this pretty little throat.”

She moans again, her hands coming up to fist the center of my shirt. “You’re disgusting,” she gasps out, her eyes going dark with lust.

This time I do laugh. “Is that why you’re dripping down your thighs for me, Princess? Because I’m so disgusting.” My other hand trails along the edge of her skirt, before I push it up her thigh and find the evidence my words already suggested. I groan, dropping my forehead to hers as my fingers trace the fabric of her underwear. “You’re fucking drenched for me, Madeline.” Her name sounds like a plea instead of the curse it once was, and when she rolls her hips against my hand, silently begging for more, I am a goner.

I pull back and fumble to tear open my jeans and release my aching cock, rock solid from just the tease of her. I release her throat and dip down to lift her up until she wraps her legs around me without me even having to ask. God I am becoming fucking obsessed with her. That thought only intensifies when she reaches between us and pulls aside her underwear so I can slide my cock up and down her slit freely.

“Nova,” she begs, squeezing her legs around me even tighter as she glances down at where we aren’t joined yet, but I am once again caught up by the sound of my name.

“Look at me, Madeline,” I demand, desperate for her eyes to be on mine, and she rewards me instantly. Then I keep my stare on hers as I slowly sink inside of her. Fuck, the feeling of her wrapping around me is indescribable, and I have to bite my tongue to keep myself from groaning too loud. “Fuck,” I hiss, moving my hands to her hips to grip them tight. “You feel so fucking perfect,” I praise, slowly pulling out and then sliding back inside of her like we have all the time in the world.

“Nova, please,” she almost cries, her eyes pleading with me to give her more. I give her a few slow thrusts, slowly working my way inside of her, letting her adjust to my length. I can already feel the slide of her wet heat along my shaft and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from coming. She’s so deliciously hot and wet that there is no way I am going to last, not here, not like this where anyone could come across us.

That thought only spurs me on and when she gasps again, her hands curling around my neck to hold on to me, there is no holding me back. I thrust deeper, burying myself to the hilt only to pull out and do it again and again, pushing myself even further every time. This girl, the one I forced myself to hate, has somehow become my new obsession, the one I find myself seeking every second of every day. Her pussy is clenching me tight, my cock slamming inside of her, owning her, giving her everything I have got until I am barely holding on.

“Maddie,” I grit through my teeth, her legs locking around me even tighter at the sound of her name. “I need you to come,” I almost beg, desperate to feel her clench around me before I empty myself inside of her. My hands on her hips grip her even harder, pulling her against me even closer until there isn’t any space left between us.

I can feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she gasps and moans against me, rolling her hips to meet my every thrust. “Nova,” she whispers, my name sounding like a prayer. “You feel so good inside of me.”

I drop my forehead to hers, our panted breaths mixing together as one as we stare at one another. The tension from practice, from my conversation with Coach, has suddenly gone. I can breathe easy again, and it’s all because of her, because of the way my name sounds so perfect falling from her lips.

“Come with me,” I demand, my heart racing and with her eyes on mine, I can no longer hold on. “Baby, please.” The words are barely out of my mouth before I feel her coming around my cock, clenching and tightening in a way that has her sucking me even deeper inside of her. I can’t hold on, releasing a deep groan, I jerk against her, coming hard as she rides out her own orgasm against me until we are both breathless.

When I slump against her, I feel her body sag in my hold, my grip on her hips the only thing keeping her upright. I bury my head into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent deeply as I will for my rapid heart rate to return to normal. Her hands push up into my hair, stroking through the strands slowly, offering me comfort in a way I thought I would never find. It almost feels too good to be true, and when I pull back and she smiles, I feel my heart tighten in my chest.

I’m not sure what she sees in my eyes but she frowns a little, her hands still brushing through my hair gently. “Are you okay?” she asks, and I fucking hate how unsure her voice sounds that I can’t help but blurt out the truth.

“Just some shit with my dad, practice and coach…” I trail off, shaking my head, and she nods as if she understands completely. In a way I guess she does, she is probably the one person who understands more than anyone what it’s like to live in your parents’ shadow.

“Well, I hope you feel better now,” she teases with a soft playful smirk and I smile in return.

“Being buried in your pussy always makes me feel better, Princess.” My hands flex around her hips again, possessive in their nature. I know we have to move, that I have already more than pushed my luck with her here, but everything inside of me is screaming at me to stay.

She rolls her eyes. “So disgusting.” Her hands drop from my hair to my chest and she gently presses against it.

Reluctantly I pull out of her, quickly adjusting her underwear back into place, and the thought of my release being pressed against her until she gets home and cleans me off satisfies me more than it should. “Only for you it seems,” I quip back, and she eyes me with confusion, and the next question slips out of my mouth before I can even think about it. “Come to the game next week?” I don’t know why I invite her, I’m pretty sure she will already be there because of Josh anyway, but when her eyes soften and she nods gently, something inside of my chest settles like never before.

Archer was right, I am so fucked.

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