Page 10 of Her Pucking One Night Stand

And Eric seems to be hitting all the right spots on her. He’s making some serious progress. Even in that precarious position, our hottie is rocking and writhing on him like she can’t get enough. Her tits are bouncing exactly the way I love, and she’s jerking those perfect hips faster and faster, desperate for more. Unlike most women these days, her pussy hasn’t been waxed and shaved within an inch of its life. Call me old-school, but the natural look drives me fucking wild—and it’s such a rare find.

It's got me counting down the minutes until it’s my turn like a teenager on prom night.

“Oh, God. I’m… I’m gonna…” Hottie shudders. And then, seconds later, she shrieks.

Man, I love a good screamer, and she’s hitting all the right notes. She dives forward, her fingers tangling deeper in his hair, her whole body going taut as she cries out. After a minute, hermuscles finally relax, leaving her so spent she might slip off if Eric weren’t dead set on holding her there.

But the Eric I know doesn’t quit—he doubles down, keeping her right where she belongs.

He gets her there a second time not long after. But even for someone at our fitness level, having a full-grown woman pressing most of her weight onto your head and neck at that angle has its limits. For round three, he pulls her down to his lap, then flicks me a look. I catch his drift and slide out of the way as he shifts her off him and onto the cushions beside him.

My buddy wastes no time grabbing his rubber while stripping down, casually tossing his T-shirt and blue jeans onto the oval coffee table without so much as a glance. Then, once suited up, he stretches his body over hers, his cock rubbing against her slick folds, pushing inside her, stretching her, filling her inch by inch. He groans, a low and gruff sound, into the crook of her neck. His thrusts are slow at first, but then…

“Please,” she whimpers in his ear, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. “Take me.”

Her plea stirs something inside of him, awakening a side I’ve never seen before. He bites her bottom lip with a sharp, possessive hunger before pulling her into a deep, breath-stealing kiss. His tongue plunges into her mouth, inhaling her essence as if trying to imprint himself on her soul. He tightens his grip on her thighs, lifting her hips higher as he drives into her with force.

“She feel good, Odds?” Levi asks, his tone sharp as usual under these circumstances.

Eric answers, his voice husky, his gaze piercing into Hottie’s eyes. “The sweetest fucking sin.” He pauses mid-stroke, a wicked smirk curling on his lips, promising more than just words. “I’ll burn in hell for the way I’m about to devour this pussy.” He growls, going from zero to sixty in a heartbeat, hiships slamming against hers, the sound of their bodies clapping echoing through the suite.

Levi always asks questions about our hotties—how they feel, and how they taste—and Eric never hesitates to give him a description that fuels his excitement. But this time, Eric’s words hit differently. The way he talks about her... there’s something new in his voice. She must have the tightest pussy. The thought makes me throb, my libido clamoring for her.

Eric’s got stamina—we all do, thanks to our vocations—but I can tell he’s nearing the bottom of his endurance with Hottie. Sweat is dripping off his forehead, his breathing ragged, and the rhythm of his thrusts is starting to become erratic. Seems he might struggle to get more than three orgasms out of her, until he switches from missionary to something else.

Shit.

He’s pulled this move before. He’s spooning her from behind, so he can enter her from a different angle and have his hands within easy reach of her nipples and clit. Hottie surges into orgasm number four, all while muttering nonsensical sounds that can’t really be considered words.

“Uh… mmm, muh…”

Fuck.

I unzip my jeans, releasing my hard, aching cock from its cage. She’s so irresistibly ripe for the picking that when Eric rolls back from her, I can’t help but scoop her up and carry her into the next room. Her soft ass fits perfectly in my grip, and as her legs wrap around my waist, the tip of my dick grazes her slick pussy, the heat radiating off her testing my patience. The way she clings to me, begging without words, has me on the edge—God, I could just slide my entire length up into her right the fuck now, and I bet it would feel like heaven.

Her breathing is heavy, so I’ll give her a minute, but not a second more. I’m dying to have her —no holds barred.

I see the anticipation behind her eyes as I gently lay her down on the freshly made king-sized bed and begin to undress.

My turn.

6

LEVI "SPANDEX"

Sven doesn’t waste anytime. As soon as our hottie is breathing more evenly, he has his condom on and her up on her hands and knees in the position that partially earned him his nickname.

Of course, on the ice, that name comes from how doggedly he goes after the puck, but Hottie doesn’t care about those explanations. No. Hottie needs to be fucked, plain and simple—stroked deep and stretched to take it all. While watching what Eric does is enough to whet my appetite, it’s Sven who delivers the main course. He’ll have her convinced she’s reached her limit, that she’s completely spent… and that’s when I step in.

I’m the one who takes her to places she didn’t even know she wanted to go. I have to go last—otherwise, the night’s over before it even begins. I’m the grand finale, the cherry on top, leaving her ruined, blissfully spent, and throbbing for an encore.

And when I finally claim her after holding back for so long, every second of torture will have been worth it the moment my release floods her waiting mouth.

She’s exhausted, but she’s a vision of pure temptation, her body arching beautifully in the perfect doggie style position. Her head and elbows rest on the mattress, her breaths ragged and uneven. Probably from sheer exhaustion—Eric knows how to take a woman to pound town just as well as the rest of us. Now, Sven pistons into her with all the vigor of a man who’s been starved for too damn long. I know the feeling. We’re all sharing the same boat, and it’s a good thing we’re also sharing her.

“This pussy,” Sven grunts. He reaches over and gathers her hair in one hand, tugging it slightly to tilt her head back. “You’re so fuckin’ tight… andwet. That’s right. Be a good girl and drip all over Daddy. You’ve been saving it all just for me, haven’t you?”

Hottie lets out the most seductive moan I’ve ever heard as she reaches behind her with one hand and pulls him closer with every dig, as if he can’t get deep enough.

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