Page 62 of The Puck Decoy

So hard that I can barely breathe, let alone talk anymore, as he takes me hard and rough, toeing the line between pleasureand pain, and if I could I would ask for more. I love this, love being at his mercy, not caring if the whole town walked in here and found us fucking like this. I will never be able to watch him play hockey again without thinking about the way he is moving inside of me right now.

Sparks light up my insides as I feel my body hurtling towards another release, the deep fucking of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of me that I’ve only even been able to find with one particular vibrator. I’m going to come again, I’m going to come while he fucks me. Joshua Peters, my husband, is going to feel my pussy convulse around his cock as he takes me, and the thought brings me a thrill like no other.

I start to roll my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, and the feel of him inside me paired with his hands holding me like he will never let me go has me racing towards the finish line. “Josh, I’m gonna come,” I gasp, delighting in the way my words affect him.

“I know, baby, I can feel your pussy sucking me in,” he snaps, his eyes locked on mine as he leans forward, pushing his hand into my hair and fisting it tight. “You look so fucking pretty with my cock inside of you, Mrs. Peters.” He pulls my head up, as his chest hits my back, and his fucking turns absolutely savage.

“Josh, don’t stop, please,” I beg, not caring how desperate I sound, not to him, no, he already owns me in every way possible anyway.

“I’m not stopping until you give it to me, Tink, so give it to me, come on your husband’s cock and show me exactly who you belong to,” he grits the words into my ear, his voice like gravel scraping against my bones, and that’s all it takes.

He asks and I give.

My entire body spasms, my insides coiling tight as a wave of pleasure rips my body to shreds, making him curse. I scrunch my eyes tight, pushing my head into his touch and my pussyagainst his groin, as a scream tears from my throat, bouncing off the plexi around us.

“Baby, keep looking at me please,” he begs, with my orgasm never stopping, and my eyes snap back open, colliding with his own, and the look in them almost ends me. I have never seen him look more open and vulnerable, and at this moment none of it feels like pretending. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, ripping his cock from me, his hand taking over as he jerks himself roughly, until he is coming all over my ass with a groan.

My legs almost buckle with the aftermath of his assault, but before I can even drag my skates across the ice to bring my legs together, his knees hit the floor. Then his fingers are massaging my ass cheeks, spreading his cum into my skin like he is branding me.

“Fuck, Hallie, if I had known how good you look covered in my cum, I would have stolen you as my wife a long time ago,” he purrs, before leaning forward and lapping his tongue against my skin, cleaning himself off of me.

“If I knew how good your cock was, I would have let you,” I laugh as he pushes me back towards the goal so I can stand back to my full height. Then he pulls my leggings back into place and gets back to his feet as I turn towards him and add, “It would have given my sex toys a break if I had.”

If I thought his stare looked satisfied, it’s nothing compared to how his eyes gleam now as he asks, “Toys? As in plural?” He molds his body against mine, pushing my back into the very pole I just held on to as he used my body like his own personal toy. “I will have to look at this collection of toys, see if they are good enough for my wife,” he muses, bringing his mouth to mine, and slipping his tongue between my lips until I can taste his salty release against my own.

“I thought you’d be jealous given they are your competition,” I mumble into his mouth, enjoying how he just takes from me without asking now.

He pulls back and laughs. “If you think there is any competition for the way I just made you strangle my cock as you came all over it, then you’re not as smart as I thought you were.” He kisses me again, before pulling back and fixing both of our clothes until we look like we didn’t just fuck like animals on the ice.

“You think I’m smart?” I ask, not hiding my smirk as he drags me towards the edge of the rink.

“Well you agreed to marry me, so not that smart,” he snaps back, pulling me off the ice and down onto a bench. Then he drops to his knees once again and starts untying my skates for me.

I watch with rapt attention, enjoying the view more than I care to admit as I casually reply, “From the orgasm I just had, I’d say it’s the smartest thing I’ve ever done.” His eyes shoot up to mine, and there is a wicked sparkle in them that tells me he knows just how much I enjoy having him on his knees for me.

He finishes up with my skates, passing me my shoes, before pulling off his own, and then standing to leave. “Come on wife, I want to feed this wicked mouth of yours,” he grins, and I try my best to hide the elation I feel every time he calls me his wife.

It doesn’t sound fake or forced, it just sounds true.

“With cock?” I tease, trailing after him, and savoring the way his fingers feel entwined with mine, and he barks a laugh.

“No, with two cheeseburgers, fries, and a milkshake, because despite how much I would love to silence you with my cock in your mouth again, you get cranky when you aren’t fed, so hurry up,” he commands, pulling me in front of him, and then landing a hard slap to my ass as I pass.

“Keep that cock away from me and that will make me cranky too,” I toss over my shoulder, ensuring to sway my hips as he follows me to the car door.

His eyes are lighter than I have ever seen them when I turn and wait for him to open it, especially in comparison to when he walked out of practice earlier, and the smile he offers me is nothing short of glorious. “Noted,” he nods, pulling open the door and offering his hand for me to step inside. Then he leans down and pulls me in for another kiss before he adds, “I would apologize for breaking rule number one, but I’m not sorry that I know what these lips taste like, Hallie Bear.”

Then he pulls back and closes the door like he didn’t just ruin my pussyandmy heart.

The next daywe make the drive into Black Hallows together, and I swear I can still feel him everywhere. I was right, there are bruises on my hips from the way he held me against him, marks on my neck from where his teeth sunk into me, both a delicious reminder of our tryst on the ice, but neither of them compare to how my pussy aches for another taste of him.

Last night we went for dinner and then back to his house, where we found it practically heaving with guests celebrating the last day of classes before Christmas next week. By the time we made it to bed I was dead on my feet and Josh ordered me straight to sleep. Then this morning we rushed to get ready so we could make the meeting with Lincoln on time.

I’m not sure what to expect when we arrive. Josh hasn’t given much away when it comes to the mysterious man helping him, so I can’t help but feel nervous. Especially when we pull up to an office that looks nothing short of high class. When we enter weare welcomed by a young woman who Josh greets as ‘Eliza’, and then we are ushered straight to an office down the hall to meet the man in question.

What I don’t expect is to come face to face with two blond gods who look to be in the middle of some sort of heated interaction. One of them is brooding and broad, wearing glasses that make him look like some sort of Clark Kent, and the other is tall and lean with a stare that looks like he would murder you for just one wrong word. Both are dressed impeccably and dripping in wealth, and as we enter, the one with the vicious stare snaps away from the other one.

“Sorry, Mr. Blackwell, I didn’t realize you were occupied,” Eliza stutters, seeming nervous, as she flicks her stare between the two of them.

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