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My clit jumps at what he’s said. He scoots back on the bed, settling against the pillows. I crawl onto the bed and straddle him. With his hands on my hips, he guides me up his body. I settle my legs on either side of his head and lower myself onto his mouth.

Just like before, he runs his tongue slowly up and down my slit. I gasp.

He groans and grips my thighs. He runs his tongue all over my pussy and my legs start to tremble at how good it feels. I hold onto the headboard to steady myself.

It’s not long before the pleasure intensifies as his tongue goes wild on my clit. Heat gathers between my legs.

I start to shake. Seconds later, I explode. I come so hard, I collapse against the headboard. My throat aches from screaming through my release, but I can’t help it. Braden is so good at making me come really, really hard every single time.

With his hands braced around my waist, he helps me slide off of him and settles me next to his chest. I grip his hard-as-steel cock in my hand and start to stroke him while we make out.

After a minute, we hear a soft whimpering noise at his bedroom door.

“Uh oh,” Braden says between kisses.

He pulls away, chuckling at the sound of Maizie whining at the door.

“I think someone’s hungry,” he says.

“Or maybe she needs to pee,” I say.

We break our kiss. Braden hops out of bed and pulls on a pair of joggers, covering up his boner. I make a whiny noise.

He grins at me, then kneels on the bed to kiss me once more.

He gently grips my chin, thumbing my bottom lip. “Are you hungry for my cock, pretty girl?”

I nod.

“Don’t worry. I’m gonna fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours soon.” He winks and slides off the bed. “But first, we’ve got a puppy to take care of.”

Chapter 22

Braden

The arena buzzer sounds, signaling the end of the game.

The home crowd goes wild as I skate over to my teammates on the other end of the ice to celebrate our win.

I crash into Xander, who’s hollering as he pulls Del into a hug.

“Fuck, yeah! Another win!” Xander hollers.

He turns around to me. “And this fucking guy!” He smacks my helmet and kisses it. I laugh.

“You were a motherfucking brick wall tonight, dude,” Xander says.

Del smacks my shoulder. “Seriously. Well done, man.” The grumpy fucker even cracks a smile.

I can’t help the cheesy-ass grin that takes over my whole face. We beat Minneapolis three to one. It sucked giving up that one goal, but I worked my ass off tonight to block everything else they threw at me.

Theo skates over and crashes into me. We fall on the ice together, and I can’t stop laughing.

“Dude! You kicked ass!” he yells as he helps me up.

He taps my helmet and hugs me. I’m drenched in sweat and totally exhausted, but I’m pumped and energized after winning against such a good team.

We exit the ice and head to the locker room. I’m selected for post-game press, so I head to the media room with a couple of my teammates.

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