Page 14 of One Last Puck

“I don’t know—sadness, pain, having a person you love snatched away in the blink of an eye. Being completely out of control.”

“So, you sleep around to cope with grief?”

“Yep.” She nodded. “It’s the only time I feel like myself.”

“I get it. Maybe you should try journaling or some shit.”

“Maybe you should try journaling or some shit.” She nudged me, and we shared a laugh, which lightened the moment.

“Okay. I’ve got to tell you something,” I confessed, feeling the need to change the topic.

Her gaze turned to me, and she raised an eyebrow.

“Yes?”

“I’ve had a crush on you for a lil’ minute now. If I’m being honest, I kind of came here hoping to meet you.”

The words slipped out before I could even second guess admitting it to her.

“So, you was plotting on me?” she asked, leaning closer. “How flattering. Mr. Famous Hockey Man wanted to fuck,” she sang playfully. Her cheeks turned red.

“I wouldn’t say I was plotting.”Nigga, you were plotting.“But I was definitely going to introduce myself if the opportunity presented itself.”

“Well, I have a confession of my own.” She smirked, putting her plate down on the nightstand.

“What’s that?”

“I’ve been wanting to suck your dick since I first saw it on Hollywood Tea.”

“Oh, really? You saw that?” I smirked, putting my food down on the nightstand.

“Uh huh.” She crawled between my legs. “Saved it to my phone too.”

“Did the pictures do it justice?”

“The pictures are good, but seeing this in person…” Her words trailed off as she took my dick in her hands.

“Fuck!” I groaned, staring down at her pretty ass as she took my heavy dick into her mouth as best as she could.

“Just start with the head,” I coached her. “Keep those pretty eyes on me.”

I leaned forward, slapping her ass. She glanced up at me with those big, beautiful gray eyes, jerking my dick as she sucked on the tip, coating it with spit just the way I liked it.

“Fuck.” I tangled my hands in her curls. I needed to look at her beautiful, nasty ass for a minute. “Shit!”

I needed to go ahead and hit the jeweler and tell him I needed a ring.

“Open your pretty ass mouth,” I instructed her, and she did just that before pushing my entire shaft down her throat. She only gagged when she got to the balls.

“Oh, shit! You gon’ eat the whole twelve inches like that?” I pulled her head back.

“Uh huh.”

“Do that shit again,” I demanded, and she slid her wet mouth all the way to base of my dick and gargled with that motherfucker.

“Faye, shit. This good ass mouth is mine!” I slapped her face gently. “Do you hear me?”

“Uh huh,” she moaned. Her lips curled perfectly around my meat, and she sucked.

---