Page 77 of The Puck Player

“Beg, Aubree, beg me to make you come,” I demand, licking up and down her slit before circling her clit. “And make it nice and loud for me, love.” I press into her a little deeper, her legs trembling as my fingers drag through her slit, around my tongue. She is fucking drenched already, my hand coated in the slick heat of her pussy, as she fucking drips for me.

“Alexander, please,” she whimpers, pushing back on me even more, the sound of her pleading sending me feral.

Her clit is still swollen and sensitive from our fucking earlier, and I flick my tongue against her, fucking her with my thumb. I can feel her pussy tightening around me, pushing her to the edge once more, but I won’t stop. Not until she is screaming my name even louder and shivering like a limp mess beneath me.

Archer groans again, and Aubree lets out another moan, as if the sound is spurring her on, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on even more. Especially when she presses back onto my tongue and thumb, making my cock throb to be inside of her.

“That’s it, Trouble, say my name, tell them who’s making you feel good,” I demand, pulling more gasps and moans from her.

“Alexander, I need more, I need you,” she cries, her volume matching Archer’s, and this time I hear Daemon groan too.

My cock throbs, painfully this time, as I roll my hips against the bed, searching for some friction from the sheets. “I need you so fucking bad,” she adds, her fingers grasping at the pillow, her hips swivelling against me.

“I need you more,” I hiss, pulling my face from her cunt and gripping her hips, moving her until her ass is in the air. “I’m going to fuck you hard and deep,” I tell her, reaching out to find the discarded condom packets from earlier, ripping one open with my teeth and then sheathing my cock with it. Without warning, I line it up to her entrance and slide inside with one rough thrust, pulling a loud, possessive groan from the back of my throat. “Fuck, you feel like heaven, baby, so hot and tight and wet,” I gasp, rolling my hips as I pull back and slam back inside her. “And. So. Fucking. Mine.”

Each word is paired with the snap of my hips, fucking her with long, deep strokes, giving her no choice but to take it. “Alexander.” She cries my name like a prayer, making bothmen next door groan, and it fills me with a satisfaction I can’t describe.

“Good girl,” I praise, reaching out and fisting my hand into the back of her hair, pulling her up onto all fours. “Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock so fucking well.”

“More please,” she whimpers, her body shaking as I find that sweet spot inside of her. “Don’t stop, please.”

“Yeah, that’s the spot right there, isn’t it?” I ask, rocking into her with quick snaps of my hips, and she begins to quiver even more beneath me.

"Alexander," she cries, pushing back against me like a pro. "More. Harder. Please." Her words are gritted through her teeth, and I release her hair and swipe it back from her face.

"So fucking polite tonight, love," I murmur back, slamming into her again. “What’s wrong, does my baby need more?” She nods, her teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip, arching her back even more, just desperate for me to fuck her harder.

She’s fucking perfect.

“Fuck,” she cries, her eyes fluttering as her orgasm starts to roll through her, her pussy clenching around my cock.

“Ah ah, not until I say so,” I grunt, rutting into her until I feel my own release drawing my balls up. My hands fist her hips, dragging her onto my cock as I fuck her roughly, savoring every scream that falls from her mouth. She clamps down around me and it’s everything I have always needed and more. “Come for me, Aubree, now,” I demand, dragging her back onto my cock forcefully, as my orgasm ripples through me, and she joins me with a scream that I have no doubt the whole house will hear, not just Archer and Daemon.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” she yells out, squeezing my cock like a fucking vice until I am spilling inside of her, milking my cock with her pussy until I have wrung out every last drop.

Archer and Daemon follow us with a muffled groan, and I can’t help but laugh as I collapse on top of my girl. Exhaustion clings to me, as she sleepily snuggles back into me, and I have just enough energy to pull out of her, discard the condom in the can beside my bed, and fall back to the mattress beside her.

“Best sex I ever had,” she pants, turning over and snuggling into my side, and I bring my hand down and gently slap her ass.

“Go back to sleep, little sinner, before I punish you some more.”

My sleep after that is completely well rested.

When I wakeup the next morning, Aubree is still snoring softly beside me, and I lean in and place a gentle kiss on her shoulder, before quietly sliding out of bed. When I make it to the kitchen, Archer and Daemon are already sitting at the counter drinking coffee, and the latter smirks at me knowingly, as the former lights up as soon as he sees me.

“There’s my favorite little porn partner,” he greets me in delight, and I roll my eyes as I begin to set up my tea set.

“It’s bad manners to flirt with me in front of your boyfriend,” I reply without looking at him, and Daemon snorts a laugh.

“You can flirt with him if you want, I don’t mind, I know he’s hot,” Archer shrugs, sipping his coffee, and I look at Daemon in disbelief.

“How the fuck do you put up with him?” I ask, moving to boil some water in the kettle.

“He’s good at sucking cock,” Daemon replies easily, and Archer perks up like he’s just been given the greatest award known to man.

“I don’t know much about hockey, but I’m sure you guys are all far too close,” Aubree grumbles, walking stiffly into the kitchen, and Archer’s eyes light up even more now.

“Well, good morning, Troublemaker, looking a little worse for wear there,” he smirks, trailing his eyes over her, and I smack him in the back of his head.

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