Page 61 of The Puck Decoy

“You know after yesterday, all I wanted to do was lay you out on the bed and take my time fucking you. I wanted to have you spread out beneath me when I sunk into your sweet littlepussy for the first time, fucking you deep into the mattress until you screamed out my name, but I don’t think I can wait another second,” I explain, pulling my fingers from her pussy and bringing them up to her face, rubbing her cum between my fingers. “Look at the mess you made of my hand, wife.” I press it against her lips and to my surprise, she opens them up and sucks my fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them like she did my cock.

“It’s been a long time since I fucked anyone,” I add slowly, pressing my cock into her ass and letting her feel what she does to me. “And the idea of fucking my wife gives me more pleasure than you can imagine, Tink.”

My lips trail along her neck leaving little kisses across her skin as she gasps, “It’s been a while for me too.” And I throw my head back in a groan, thinking about anyone else having her before me.

“Fuck, don’t tell me things like that, baby.” My heart is pounding in my chest, my cock aching to be let out of my jeans, and with my wife pressed against it, all I want to do is fuck her. I want to possess her, control her, erase anyone else that isn’t me, until she is mine and only mine.

“Why not? We said no lying, remember?” she whispers, turning her gaze over her shoulder at me and I get lost in her stare. “And besides, you said it first,”

“Yes, well, I’m a jealous psycho, I thought we covered that,” I muse, stroking my hands down her arm, and moving them until they can grip the top of the goal post on either side of her. “And because it makes me think things I shouldn’t, like fucking you here and now without a condom.”

Her gaze fills with heat as it continues to hold mine, and I feel her fingers tighten around the pole beneath my own. “Oh, well a good boy would ask before doing such a thing.”

My smirk is wicked as I let my teeth sink into the juncture of her throat again as I ask, “And what makes you think I’m a good boy?” My tongue laps against the mark I know I have just left, as her ass continues to writhe against me. “Trust me, Hals, there is nothing good about me.”

“That’s not true,” she instantly disagrees, and all I can think about is shutting her up with my cock, and I can’t help but smile as I think about her spread out in front of me, half bent over the goal post.

“Okay you’re right, my wife is pretty cool,” I tease, letting my hands trail back up her arms until I reach her hair, moving until I can take out her clip and let it fall down across her shoulders

“I hear she’s pretty funny too,” Hallie tosses back without pause, flicking her hair over one shoulder to once again stare at me.

“That’s true, she always knows how to make me smile, she always has,” I tell her truthfully, knowing that in just a few short weeks I am already in way too deep with her, for either of us to escape this unscathed.

“Joshua?” she whispers, voice like honey as she uses my name like a question.

“Yes, Mrs. Peters?” I respond, knowing that whatever she is about to ask I will give her, I will give her fucking everything if she asked for it.

“Please fuck me.”

Three words, three simple words, and I am completely done for. I’ll never be able to step onto the ice again without thinking of her spread out and begging to be fucked.

I think being married might be the best thing that has ever happened to me.

My question lingers in the air between us, the tension scolding hot in comparison to the ice beneath us, but I wait with bated breath for his answer. I knew I was playing with fire during the lesson, especially with the kids around, but from the moment he left my bed this morning, all I could think about was how much I needed him. Yesterday was just scratching the surface. I know that, I've been with guys before, none of them possessing the ability to make me come. Yet Josh not only did it, he ruined me, not just with the out of this world orgasms he gave me, but with the power and possession he used to control me.

Now here we are again, way beyond the lines of friendship and deep within this forgery of a marriage, but I can’t stop, and I hope he feels the same. That hope is hanging by a thread as Iwait for his answer though, my hands fisted around the top of the hockey net as my breath comes in quick, short pants.

Just when I am about to think he will never answer, his hands reach down and start to spread my legs out on the skates. “I wanted space the first time I fucked you, but it seems you are more of a brat than I thought,” he grits, almost sounding angry, but I know him well enough now to realize that he is just as turned on as I am. His gaze flicks to mine as he undoes his belt and frees his cock from his jeans and demands, “Hold on tight, wife.”

Then he moves his hands to my hips, gripping them roughly, before he slowly skates backwards, taking my hips with him until I have no choice but to bend over to keep my grip on the bar. Only then does he release me, leaving me almost at a ninety degree angle, my arms stretched out above my head holding the pole, and my legs spread wide.

Anticipation burns through me as he rips down my leggings and panties in one swoop, lining his cock up with my pussy. “Hallie, the next time I fuck you, I promise to take my time and give you exactly what you need,” he vows, brushing the tip of his dick up and down my slit until my juices coat his shaft. “But first, I am going to ruin you for anyone else.” Then he slams into me with one quick, hard thrust, stealing the air from my throat, as my hands almost slip from the pole.

“Fuck,” he growls out, his fingers crushing around my hips to the point where I know there will be proof of this moment left on my skin, and all I want is more. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I have barely even caught my breath when he does it again, and then again, spearing me with his cock, and stretching me in a way I have never experienced. He pulls all the way back to the tip, and then slams into me over and over, never relenting on his punishing pace, and from this angle I can feel every inch of him as he slides inside me. His fingers were nothing compared tohow long and thick his dick feels as it fucks me, and the sounds spilling from my throat do nothing but spur him on.

“Joshua,” I moan, unable to form any more words than that, and a deep groan rips from his throat in response.

“You are so fucking tight, baby,” he spits, his fingers digging into my hips even more, as he pulls me against him, fucking me harshly, and the word baby sends butterflies flooding through me. “And look how well you fucking take me,” he praises, snapping his hips against my own, and all I can do is hold on like he wanted.

My chin rests on top of one of my arms so I can watch him as he fucks me, his focus only on where our bodies meet, as his cock plunges into my pussy. My eyes take in the rise and fall of his chest with every powerful thrust, the strong hunch of his shoulders as he grips my hips, his dark stormy eyes as he watches himself fuck me. It’s mesmerizing. The way he looks at me with such lust and affection and care, yet the way he fucks me like a savage without a care in the world. It’s addicting, and I know it’s wrong, that we should stop, but I can’t, because I have been addicted to him since the moment we met, and the high has only gotten sweeter.

“Fuck I could get used to this, Hals,” he moans, eyes flicking to mine, and the only thought it in my mind as he continues to pound into me is,so could I.

This wasn’t just fucking, it was something else entirely, something I had never experienced before, and without him, I probably never will again.

“Joshua, you feel so good,” I moan, unable to stop watching him, and the moment his name leaves my lips it’s like a switch is flipped inside of him, and somehow be begins fucking me even harder.

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