Page 184 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“Damien said I should come to check on you since you didn’t look good. You okay?” she asks. “I made sure no one was in the hall or anything. I would have sent Dimitri, but he went somewhere with Felix before they could be interviewed.”

I manage to gather the strength to lean forward and hook an arm around her, bringing her right onto my lap. She doesn’t fight my hold, and having her sit in my lap makes me hard in seconds.

Fuck. I’d let her ride me right fucking now.

“Maddox,” she warns, but I see what she wants in her eyes—that intense desire to be pinned to the wall and fucked by her Daddy after watching me dominate the ice.

“Praise me, Baby Girl,” I dare to whisper.

I’ve lost my mind clearly because I don’t want to think straight right now.

Not with my girl in my lap like this.

Wearing my jersey.

Smelling so fucking good.

I bet she’s wet for me, too.

“You looked hot as hell on the ice,” she whispers and leans in close. “Is Daddy happy to see his girl wearing his jersey?”

“God, yes,” I groan and moan when she purposely moves in my lap, taunting my hard cock. “The only girl in that damn stadium repping me. You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Only for you,” she purrs and places a kiss on the side of my neck. “I want all those guys to know who I’m rooting for.”

“That’s right,” I grunt and open my eyes while my hand travels up her back until it’s entangled in her hair. I bring her close, tightening my grip on those luscious locks of red. “I’m your Daddy, and only I choose who the fuck gets to be near you.”

“Yes,” she moans, and I can’t control myself.

I bring her right in, my lips smothering hers as I take full control of the ferocious kiss that sends my body into overdrive. I can’t think straight, which has to be why I scoop her up and walk to the showers before I realize it. She doesn’t fight me.

The two of us are lost in a heated exchange of kisses and tongue twisters that the cold stream of water that comes from the shower head can’t tame. I finish turning the knob, but the chilled stream doesn’t do anything to kill the scorching heat between us.

No. It just adds gasoline to the raging flames.

I only let her go so we can peel our soaked clothes off, then she’s back in my arms, pressed against the white tile walls and being fucked by me without remorse.

“Fuck, Maddox,” she moans loudly before I smother her lips with mine once more.

I don’t want to talk right now.

No foreplay or delays.

I just need to pump my hard, veiny cock into her tight pussy, again and again, until the explosive euphoria of pleasure consumes every nerve ending in me.

“That’s it, Baby Girl. You’re going to take every fucking thrust until you’re screaming my name.”

She moans loudly, and I don’t fucking care who hears at this point. I just need to get my release and bring my Baby Girl to ecstasy with me.

“That is, Baby Girl. Take me like a fucking boss,” I encourage between pants. “You saw how your Daddy played, yes?”

“Yes!” She breathes heavily, and I know she’s getting closer to her orgasm. “So… fucking… good!”

“Damn straight, Baby Girl,” I reply and lift her a bit higher, so I can shift my angle to hit her even deeper.

“Fuck, there!” She groans and presses her head back. “There. God!”

“Look at me, Baby Girl,” I encourage, and her amazing vibrant blue eyes are glued to me like targets. “I want to see you come undone on my shiny cock.”

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