Page 74 of The Worst Pucking Deal

I take a moment to consider what to tell her. Even though her truth wasn’t a surprise, I know it was a big step for her to open up to me—one I want to reciprocate. I need to be smart about it. She might think I call her bunny as an insult, which I get considering the women looking to score with hockey players are called puck bunnies. But that’s not why. It’s because she’s so fucking skittish, and the last thing I want to do is scare her off. Especially when my dick is inside her.

Taking a deep breath, I run a finger through the blood on her skin. I draw a small heart, grinning when she rolls her eyes. “You’re the only person I’ll ever bleed for,” I answer, the gravel in my voice making it sound as sincere as it is.

Her eyes widen. Lucia holds my gaze for so long, I wish I knew what was going through that pretty head of hers. Then she lets out an almost animalistic sound; a mixture of a howl and a growl. Even though we’re already tangled around each other, she lunges at me, knocking me down on my back.

“You’re the only one I’ve ever bled for by choice,” she mutters.

Before I can answer, she slams her lips to mine. Her tongue delves into my mouth in a kiss that’s more bite than sweet. Her teeth knick my bottom lip, and within seconds the taste of blood hits us. Fuck me, this woman—my woman—is beyond perfection.

I pull my feet up, bracing myself so I can better fuck her from this position. “I need to fuck you now,” I rasp. My hips piston, but it’s not enough. I need another position, one where I can fuck her, so I’m as deep inside her as her blood is in me. It’s not logical, it’s pure fucking need, animalistic and raw.

Moving my hand up her torso, I close it around her throat again. I don’t give her any warning before I throw her off me. “What the hell?” she screeches.

“Shh, I’ll be back inside you soon,” I growl. “Lie down on your side for me, sweet bunny.”

I position myself behind her, hooking one arm under her leg so I can lift it up nice and high. She arches her back, wiggling her ass as though she’s seeking my cock. My naughty bunny.

“Smear your blood on my cock,” I demand as I nuzzle against the crook of her neck.

Doing as I say, she runs her hand down her bloody chest and wraps it around my hardness. Spreading her red essence all over me before guiding me to her entrance. As soon as the tip grazes her folds, I move my hips, sheathing myself inside her heat. Her cunt greedily squeezes me, trying to suck me deeper into her.

“Sy!” The way she screams her name for me, is music to my ears.

“Yes, sweet bunny?”

She pushes back against me, and it doesn’t take us long to find a perfect rhythm. While our hips work in perfect tandem, I snake my hand between her legs, finding her clit. She moans and rotates her hips desperately.

“I need more. Don’t hold back,” she hisses, like she’s annoyed by the mere thought.

“Are you all mine?” I ask, lazily rolling my hips.

“I… no… well—”

My hand around her throat shuts her up. “Hold your leg up,” I say, flexing my hand. When she lifts it, I move so my lips touch the shell of her ear. “You are fucking mine, Lucia. Don’t pretend otherwise.”

“No… I…” I tighten my grip on her throat.

“You. Are. Mine,” I growl, punctuating each word by pushing my cock in and out of her. “Admit it.” Her pussy squeezes me tighter, and I groan, loving the feeling.

“Fine,” she spits. “I’m yours, Sawyer. And you’re fucking mine. Don’t make me regret it.”

I chuckle at her words. There she is, my red-haired spitfire. The woman I’m lucky enough to call my wife.

Our fucking turns frenzied, our moans primal. It’s fucking beautiful and I can’t wait to show her the security recordings one day. This, right here, is our claiming—and I’m completely fine with belonging to her as much as she does to me. Lucia Carter—one day to become Lucia Perry—is sinfully perfect, and now mine.

“I want you to come with me,” my sweet bunny moans. When she places her hand on top of mine, I realize my grip has become slack.

My balls tighten at the same time as a warm sensation spreads across my lower back. “Come for me, baby,” I groan.

“Sawyer! Yes! I’m… fuck, I’m gonna come. Your dick is filling me so good I’m gonna—” she cuts herself off with a guttural moan. Then her sweet pussy squeezes me, milking the cum from my balls.

“Fuck! Bunny!” I slam into her over and over, prolonging both our orgasms until I can barely move. That was, without a doubt, one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. And it feels like it’s going on forever, as cum keeps spurting from my spent dick.

As soon as I can move, I turn her on her back and slide two fingers inside her, eager to keep my cum there instead of leaking out. “What are you doing?” she asks lazily.

I smirk at her. “Until you’re ready for me to either clean you with my mouth or watch my cum leak out, I want it inside you.”

“Jesus,” she murmurs. “Filthy fucker.”

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