Page 85 of The Puck Player

The smile starts at her mouth and lights up all the way to her eyes. “Then fuck me, Alexander, show me I’m yours. Remind me what it’s like to be wanted and needed and erase him, erase what he tried to do,” she pleads, pulling my mouth to hers and kissing me softly.

“Are you sure?” I ask against her mouth, and she’s already nodding as she pulls back.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

My lips are back on hers before she can even finish speaking, my tongue tracing her lips until they part, and I force it into her mouth to tangle with hers. I kiss her with every emotion I feel for her, massaging her tongue with mine, as my hands fist her hips and pull her against me, letting her feel the steely length of my erection against her stomach.

“How wet are you for me right now?” I grit against her mouth, and she pulls back, panting and breathless.

“Why don’t you find out?” Her voice teases up the back of my spine, as one of my hands slides down her body and trails along the hem of my jersey.

Reaching beneath it, I drag one of my fingers through her slit, groaning at the wetness I find there, coating my hand in the slick heat of her core. She is fucking dripping for me, and I waste no time in rolling my finger over her swelling clit. She rolls her hips against my hand, moaning at every swipe of her clit, until my cock is leaking in my jeans. I hold her stare as I sink two fingers deep into her pussy, not giving her time to get used to them before I am fucking them in and out of her.

I reach up and collar her throat, dragging her lips back to mine, exploring her mouth and worshipping her in the only way I know how. Her sweet cunt pulses and tightens against my hand, as I fuck her with my fingers and rub her clit with my thumb. She asked me to remind her what it’s like to be wanted, so I won’t stop until she is a limp mess beneath me.

“Alexander, please,” she cries, fucking my hand like I am her own personal toy, and fuck her pleas are the sexiest thing I have ever fucking heard.

“Come for me, baby, I got you,” I tell her, kissing her roughly, rubbing her clit even faster, until she explodes all over my hand.“That’s it, such a good little sinner for me.” Her pleasured cries echo off the wall as I drag out her orgasm until she is shaking against me, only then do I grip her and drag her to the floor. With her body still trembling, she looks up at me in a pleasured daze. “Get that mouth on me and suck my dick, Trouble,” I demand, her hands reaching out instantly to release my cock.

I fist the base, spitting on it and stroking it up and down my length, before pressing it against her mouth. She opens instantly, darting out her tongue and lapping at my slit. She moans at the taste of me, sucking my crown into her mouth. My hand slides to the back of her head, wrapping her hair around my fist and pulling her head back so I can get a better angle.

“I said suck, not play,” I hiss, as her tongue swirls around, and I force my cock deeper into her mouth, making us both groan.

One of her hands takes over mine, jerking the base of me, as she works me further into her mouth, working them in tandem to get me off. The other slides down, disappearing beneath my jersey, until she moans loudly around my thick length, it’s only then I realize she is getting herself off by sucking my cock. Fuck. That might be the hottest thing I have ever fucking seen.

My hand fists even tighter in her hair, snapping my hips a little, until she moans even louder. Then I start fucking her mouth slowly, dragging my length back and forth against her sinful little tongue, savoring the feel of the wet heat of her mouth. When her eyes close and she hollows her cheeks, moaning around me as she sucks me and fucks her own hand, I almost explode right there. I tighten my hold on her hair, increasing the speed of my thrusts into her mouth.

“Such a good little sinner you are,” I praise, groaning as I hit the back of her throat and she gags. “Letting me fuck your pretty throat while you fuck your fingers.”

Her eyes snap open and meet mine, a smirk curling round the side of her mouth as she continues to suck me, and I can’t wait any longer. I rip her off my cock, grab her, and toss her back on the bed, quickly stripping out of my clothes and then crawling onto the sheets between her thighs. She reaches down to grip the hem of my jersey, but my hand snatches out and stalls her.

“Ah ah, Trouble, you want me to show you that you’re mine,” I start, sheathing myself with a condom and then sliding my cock up and down her wet slit. “Then I am going to fuck you with my name across your back, so make sure you scream nice and loud for me.”

I grip her thigh, hitching her leg up as I bring my cock to her entrance, pushing inside her without pause. Fuck. She’s so perfectly tight and warm that I could stay inside her forever. Slowly, I pull back all the way to the tip, before thrusting back inside her.

“Oh god,” she cries, her eyes rolling back. “You feel good, so fucking good,” she adds in a whisper, as my hand fists my jersey, pushing it up until I can see her perfect tits.

I hold it there, rolling my hips into her and thrusting into her gently with long, deep strokes. “Not God, remember, love, but feel free to worship me all the same.”

Then I am fucking her hard and fast, roughly snapping my hips and smacking my groin against her clit every time. Her arms and legs wrap around me, holding me against her, and I grip her thigh so tightly that I know she will bruise, but I don’t care. She doesn't either. She takes everything I have to give and loudly begs for more. Sweat is slick between our bodies, as the sweet scent of sex, and her, clings to me like poison, and fuck if being too far gone could kill you, I’d have been dead the second I laid eyes on her.

Another orgasm rips from her body as she begs me so sweetly. “Alexander, please, don’t stop, right there,” she cries, giving herself to me in a way that I know I will never get sick of.

I fuck her through her orgasm until I can feel the tell tale signs of my own. Then I fuck her some more, hard, fast, and rough, until hot ropes of cum flood the condom, my cock buried deep inside her, and still yearning for more with the sweet sound of my name across her lips.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” she pants, kissing me and holding me against her, as I empty myself inside of her, and I smile against her mouth.

“I love you too, Trouble,” I groan, kissing her again, before making quick work of cleaning us both up. “Now go to sleep, I’ve got a big game tomorrow,” I add, and she smiles as I tuck her underneath my arm.

I really hope we do win tomorrow, but as my girl falls asleep in front of my eyes, I can’t help but feel like I already have.

The ceremony is just as beautiful as I knew it would be with Claire Monroe at the helm. Archer and Daemon are now Mr. and Mr. Gray, and I couldn’t be fucking happier for them. Archer signed with the New York Rangers when he graduated, wanting to stay close to his siblings and his family. It also helps that Daemon just so happens to work in an art gallery there. I bought it for him as a graduation gift, mostly to piss off his now-husband, but it made them both happy.

Josh and Hallie just celebrated their two year anniversary, still going as strong as ever, and much to his annoyance, he was signed to the New Jersey Devils alongside Nova. He and Maddie got engaged a few months ago and are set to tie the knot next year. Maddie works alongside Hallie at Sanders Finance, each of them leading charity and acquisitions departments. Evie andJake moved to Boston after he signed with the Bruins, and she landed herself an internship on their social media team. They got married in Vegas last year, it was a crazy weekend for all of us.

So that just leaves Aubree and I. After signing with the New York Islanders, I moved into my penthouse in the city, commuting back to Fairfield during all of my down time, so I could spend time with my girl while she got her degree. She still has a few months left until she graduates, and mostly spends time with Aurora when I’m not around, and I told myself I would wait until she finished college to do this. But I can’t wait anymore.

I got her dad’s permission a few months ago, and the ring has been sitting in the back of my top drawer ever since. Yet when we were packing the other day to come here, something told me to bring it. Now, as I sit at a table surrounded by my best friends, watching my girl dance with Maddie, Hallie, Evie, and Aurora, I know I can’t wait another second.

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