Page 10 of One Last Puck

“That’s right. Wet yo’ dick,” he commanded.

“My God! This dick is sooo good!” I erupted on his dick as he pulled me into him and connected his lips to mine, never halting his strokes.

“Good fucking girl!” He thrusted into me a few more times before collapsing on me in an eruption of his own.

“Damn!” I cried out as he slowly stroked me, allowing our breathing to return to normal before he removed his dick from me. I could feel exhaustion settling in as I curled up on the couch.

“Thank you.” I yawned, my eyes opening and closing. “You can let yourself out,” I mumbled.

I didn’t have enough energy to get up and walk him out.

“Nah,” he replied softly, scooping me up in his arms effortlessly.

“Wait! What are you doing?” I squealed, pushing against his chest as he carried me toward the bathroom.

“Getting you cleaned up for round two.”

“Round two? Jax, I don’t think I can take anymore,” I protested as we entered the bathroom.

“Yeah, you can,” he said, reaching for the shower knob and turning on the water. The sound of rushing water filled the air. “You just need a little rest and some food.”

He gently lowered me into the shower. The warmth of the water quickly enveloped me.

“Food?” I stared at him like he was insane. “Jax, this is only supposed to be a one-night thing. Wham! Bam! Thank you, ma’am.” I stared up at him with confusion plastered on my face.

“I know. The night is not over, though.”

He stepped into the shower with me, catching me off guard. What was he doing? This was not how any of this was supposed to go. I stood there, allowing the water to run over my tired body.Girl, you done fucked a man you can’t get rid of.

“If all we have is one night together, Faye, I want to use all my time.”

He grabbed the shower gel and the loofah I had hanging in the shower caddy and lathered them underneath the water.

“Your words say you’re looking for something quick, but is that what you need?”

He softly brought the loofah across my back, and my body melted under his touch.

“Jax—”

“Something is telling me you need more than just a quick fuck.”

He turned me around and pulled my back into his hard chest. My breath hitched as I stood there speechless, allowing him to wash me up. There was something almost surreal about his gentleness. The way he handled me like something fragile was foreign to me.

“Let me fill your glass, Faye Baby.” He kissed my neck gently, and all I could do was agree.

“Okay.”

“You’re empty, but I got you,” he said.

“Okay,” I muttered again softly as he led me under the water and allowed the soap to run off my body and down the drain.

A strange combination of emotions swirled in my head along with an overwhelming sense of safety. This was strange and different, but I liked it.

“You treat all your random hook ups this nice?”

“No,” he admitted.

“Then what is different about me?”

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