Page 15 of Triple Pucked
Even after almost half a year, D’Angelo is still a mystery.
He’s the heart of the hockey team. Yet like his secret renovation of Freedom Mansion, I have a sense that he has businesses and friends throughout the town that I still don’t know.
Will he at last be able to open up about them?
Excitement surges through me.
Unexpectedly, a loud crash of something shattering echoes from above us.
I wince, and D’Angelo’s expression hardens.
“Sorry,” Shay shouts down the stairs.
“Five minutes before he broke something,” D’Angelo mutters. “It’s a new record.”
I let go of D’Angelo’s hair. “Well, if you will invite the whirlwind inside…”
D’Angelo grabs me by the shoulders and spins me. I let out a startledoomph, as he bends me over the wooden newel post.
I brace myself with my hands.
My breathing picks up with desire at the feel of D’Angelo pinning me down with his flattened palm.
“I like strip poker.” D’Angelo runs one finger down my back, and my skin goosebumps in anticipation. “Easy access. Perhaps, we should have a house rule that Shay and you never wear clothes inside.”
My breath catches at that image.
My throat is dry, and I struggle to swallow. “All that rule will do is positively reinforce Shay breaking things. He’ll take it as a reward.”
D’Angelo chuckles, before he presses the weight of his body over me.
The sensation of his expensive suit against my skin makes me even more aware that he’s the only one wearing clothes.
He licks across my red tipped ear, before kissing the most sensitive place behind it that makes my toes curl.
“I intend to christen every room in this house.” D’Angelo’s voice is low and seductive.
Dangerous.
“There must be at least…I don’t know…fifty rooms?” I say, high and breathy.
“Then it’s lucky that I have Shay to fuck as well. I can take turns. Starting,now.”
“The foyer…?”
“It’s a room,” D’Angelo defends, running his finger down my pussy. “And you’re already wet.”
I cling to the post. “I always am around you.”
D’Angelo rewards me by sliding his thick finger into my pussy and curling it. “We have maybe a minute before the Terrible Twins come thundering down those stairs. Come before then, or you won’t come at all.”
“Mean,” I try to hiss but end on a moan, as he replaces his finger with his cock in a single hard thrust.
“That’s right.” D’Angelo stays pressed hard over my back, mouthing at my neck, before kissing that one spot behind my ear that he knows drives me crazy. “Keep your legs spread. Good girl. You feel amazing on my cock.”
He pistons into me, hard and relentless.
This is about claiming me as much as christening the house.
