Chapter 25

“ W hy do I have to stay out here?” I call from the couch. “I’m about to come in there and see what you’re doing.”

“Not yet!” she yells back, sounding like she’s shuffling around.

We just got home from the lunch spot I had taken her to. The place that didn’t have bacon for their sandwiches, which means they fucking suck, but at least Paige loved it. How could she not? They had about twenty soup selections. I think it took her at least ten minutes to decide which one she wanted.

Right when we got back, she told me to stay out in the living room, that she was going into our room and would tell me when she was ready for me to come in. I don’t have a clue what she’s doing, but I’m hoping it’s something kinky. With her, there’s a strong chance of it, too, because my baby is a secret freak.

“Okay,” she says nervously. “Come in.”

My ass is off the couch and headed toward our bedroom before she has time to change her mind. My cock twitches in anticipation, waiting for whatever she’s hiding behind our door.

When I push the bedroom door open, she’s on the bed, sitting on her knees.

In my jersey. With half of her hair pulled up in two sexy buns on the top of her head.

Yep, that’ll do it. Cock … steel.

She holds two blue pom-poms up, a suggestive expression on her face. “I might not be able to watch you on the ice yet, but I’m still your biggest fan.” Her voice is huskier than usual, and there’s a look in her eyes that I’m familiar with.

When she drops one of the pom-poms and holds her finger up, signaling me to come over to her, I breathe in so quickly that the air hisses between my teeth.

Strutting toward her, I stop at the edge of the bed.

“Even though you tried to make today about me, taking me to a restaurant you knew I’d love, today is about you, baby.” She nudges herself toward the edge of the bed. Looking up at me, she undoes my jeans. “So, do whatever you want to me, big guy. Pretend I’m a puck bunny and my only purpose is to please you.”

Goddamn. This day just got even better.

When she tugs on my jeans and briefs enough for my cock to spring free, I groan and brush my thumb along her chin. Sliding my hand behind her head, I grab her short blonde hair.

“Anything I want?” I mutter, lifting a brow.

“Anything you want,” she whispers, licking her lips. “You had a bad day. Let me make it better for you, like a good puck bunny would do.”

I tighten my hold on her hair. “So, you’re going to be my little slut tonight, Buttercup? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes,” she whimpers. “Use me. Use me to feel good.”

It’s like she always knows exactly what I need. Sure, I’m dealing with the news that I’m not going back yet, and it put me in a funk. It’s like a dark cloud hovering over me. As great as things have been lately—thanks to Paige—they’ve also been challenging because I have no idea what my future looks like.

What if I never get back to the player I was before?

That question keeps playing over and over in my brain.

Losing control with her right now? That will melt everything else away—at least for a little while. She’s my sweet escape. My slice of sexy fucking heaven that I’m about to be deep inside.

“Get on all fours,” I growl, my cock jumping as she instantly does what she was told, like a good little girl.

Pushing my thumb into her mouth, I groan when she promptly begins to suck as her back arches slightly.

“Open wide.” My voice rumbles in the quietness of our room as I pull my wet thumb out and drag it down her chin and to her neck, gently putting pressure against her flesh. “I’m about to fuck this tight throat.”

Dropping my hand from her, I palm my cock and give myself a few strokes. Her mouth opens, and I bring the tip to her lips, rubbing it against her bottom lip and making her moan.

Her tongue pokes out, eager to taste me, but I step back.

“Did I tell you to taste me yet, baby?”

“No.” She pouts. “But I want to anyway.”

I tsk her, shaking my head. “That’s not how this is going to work.” I step forward again, my hand jerking her hair, forcing her chin up and her eyes on mine. “And I didn’t tell you to suck my dick yet. I told you to open wide. No need to get greedy. You’ll get to taste my cum. Eventually.”

Her mouth opens wide again, and this time, I don’t move sluggishly, but instead, I drive my cock down her throat, making her gag around me before pulling back out.

“Here’s what this slutty little mouth is going to do,” I say, hovering my dick just before her ready lips. “You’re going to get my dick nice and wet—soaked actually. And then I’m going to fuck you from behind while I shove your face into our sheets.” I narrow my eyes and brush my cock against her lips again. “Do you want that, Buttercup? Do you want me so deep inside of you that you’ll feel like you’re breaking?”

“Y-yes,” she says, breathy and anxious.

The tip of my cock drips at the sight of my wife on all fours, ready to please her husband. The perfect way to make this shitty day better.

“Go on,” I command her darkly. “Be my obedient little slut and show me how well you can suck your husband’s cock.”

Within seconds, she’s got me down her throat before sliding back out. In and out, in and out. She sucks my dick with that fucking desperation that I love so much. She turns into a crazed animal when it comes to giving head. Always has, and I fucking hope she always will.

I mean, if it were a sport, she’d have the fucking gold medal, hands down.

“That’s it,” I grunt out, my knees feeling weak as she does that thing she likes to do when she brings me as deep as she possibly can and holds me there until she gags. “Feels so fucking good.”

I thrust in again, making her gag once more. That doesn’t deter her though. Fuck no. She keeps going.

When she thinks she’s in control, I push her head forward on my length, and the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat. I’m rougher with her than I have been since we figured our shit out, but I know she fucking loves it. Her pussy is probably dripping.

Pulling on her hair, I force her to stop, keeping the tip of my cock pressed to her lips. “What an obedient puck bunny you are for your husband,” I coo. “So eager to please me. Is your pussy nice and wet and ready to be fucked?”

Against my hold on her hair, she nods.

“Good girl. Now, turn around and put your ass in my face.”

Before doing what she was told, she first opens her mouth and spits on my length once more before turning her body, arching her back and giving me a perfect view of her plump ass.

Bringing my hand down, I give her ass cheek a harsh smack, instantly leaving a red hand mark on her cheek and making her wince and moan at the same time.

Dropping to my knees, I lean forward on the bed and grab her waist. I move my head between her legs, dipping my tongue inside of her heat and making her thighs clench around my head as she cries out.

“So fucking sweet, just like those cake pops you’re so obsessed with, baby,” I murmur against her pussy before flicking my tongue inside of her again.

She rocks against my lips, desperate for more.

I drag my tongue further back, grazing her ass, and she lurches forward but moans.

“It’s been so long since I’ve fucked this ass, baby. You’re always such a slut for me, willing to take me in any hole I want. I promise, soon, I’ll take your ass again. I know you love it.”

I bring two fingers to her pussy, working them in and out as my tongue dips further inside of her ass.

Her back arches more, and she whimpers loudly, “Kolt,”

I move my tongue back to her heat and gently press my finger into her ass. Every part of her tastes so fucking good. She might think this is for her, but to be honest, I could fucking come right now just from eating her.

I spit against her before pulling my head from under her legs. When I’m behind her again, I give her ass another smack—this time harder. And then I fist the section of her hair that she left down and shove her head against the sheets.

I climb onto the mattress behind her, giving my steel cock a few strokes with one hand and pushing her face harder against the bed with the other. She looks so good this way—in my jersey and at my mercy. The pom-poms are at her sides, and our last name is across her back.

Our last name. That’ll never get old.

Reaching around her, I bring my palm to her face. “Soak my hand, Buttercup. Make my palm drip so I can fuck my hand before I drive my dick inside of you.”

She drags her tongue across my hand before sucking my finger into her mouth. My cock jumps, and I pull my hand back and give myself a few more strokes before hovering the tip over her entrance.

I widen my knees further apart and quickly drive myself inside of her. She’s so fucking tight; I know that must have hurt. But playing hockey without her all this time has fucking hurt me too. So, right now … I’m okay with her feeling a little pain. After all, tonight … she’s mine to play with. And I know she loves it, too, because even through her hiss, her pussy drips down my length.

I grab hold of the bottom of the jersey, balling the fabric up and tightening it around her waist, and I fuck her—hard. With one hand gripping the jersey and the other in her hair, my hips pound against her body ,and my balls slap her ass cheeks.

She moans loudly, pushing her ass harder against my cock. “Fuck, Kolt.”

“That’s right, baby. Take my cock like the little slut you are,” I grunt, rocking into her so hard that the bed frame creaks.

I grab hold of her hips and pull her knees up further. I’m so fucking deep inside her that I could blow my load right now.

When I pull out abruptly, she cries out before looking at me and pouting, but before she can throw too much of a fit, I lie with my back against the pillows.

“If you’re a good puck bunny, you’ll ride my cock until my cum is dripping down my thighs.”

My cock glistens, standing tall and waiting for her to climb aboard.

As she comes closer, I tear the jersey off her body. As hot as she looks in it, I want to see her tits bounce while she fucks me.

She wastes no time swinging one leg over me and sinking down onto my length. Her nipples harden, perking up, and the sight makes my cock pulsate. Gripping the back of her head, I push her down so that her tits are on my face.

“Ride, baby,” I murmur against her nipple and suck it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.

Then, I push her until she’s sitting straight up and stare up at my wife’s beautiful body. When she begins to move up and down on me, I get to not only feel her pussy wrapped around my cock, but I also get to watch her tits bounce and her facial expressions change while she fucks my dick.

Her hips thrust back and forth greedily as she fucks me into the mattress. She’s a sight to behold this way. Completely crazed and fearless. All she cares about right now is pleasing me and chasing down her orgasm. And what a good fucking job she’s doing too.

I grab her wrists, pulling them behind her and forcing her upward slightly. My hips lift off the bed, matching her thrusts. Her pouty lips hang open, and her styled hair is a fucking disaster now. A sexy disaster.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to come inside of you, baby,” I grunt out, almost coming from just mentioning it.

I love to blow my load on my wife’s ass, or tits, or even her face from time to time. But coming inside of her? There is nothing like it. Especially when she comes at the exact same time.

“Kolt,” she chokes out. “Fuck … Kolt.”

“Drench me, Buttercup,” I murmur, feeling a shiver run down my spine and my balls tingling inside. “But don’t you dare stop fucking me until you know my cock is spent. Understand?”

She bounces up and down faster and harder, nodding weakly through her moans. Her eyebrows pull together as she bites down on her bottom lip, and when my seed begins to spill inside her slick heat, my vision grows blurry while she continues to ride me.

Her pussy clenches around my dick so tightly, and her rocking grows slower while her nipples are harder than I’ve ever seen them. As her back arches, she throws her head back.

Moments later, when her rocking has stopped, she looks down at me with a just fucked grin and huffs, “How did I do, sir? Am I puck-bunny material? And did tonight suffice for not having me in the stands?”

“Nah,” I say, and she frowns. “You’re way fucking better.” I wink, gripping her waist. “Not much beats you being at my games. But when you suck my dick or ride my cock … well, that’s right up there with you watching my games.” I smirk. “Now, get down here and rest for a while. I meant what I said … I’m taking your ass soon. And tonight might be the night.”

She looks at me with a devilish grin, and I know that whatever the fuck I want tonight … I’m going to get.