Page 9 of Her Pucking One Night Stand

“She needs to be naked,” Spandex points out, his words more of an observation than an order. Yet, without hesitation, Doggiefollows suit, deftly unclasping the front of my bra. My breasts spill free, the weight of my D cups is more than what my petite frame seems to warrant. The thought lingers—maybe Hottie will appreciate the disproportion, the fullness of my chest, and the curve of my hips.

I decide that she would and refuse to round my shoulders inward to hide them.

“Your tits are spec-fucking-tacular,” Doggie growls in my ear. I arch back, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He stays behind me, his hands kneading my breasts, and when he pinches my nipples while sinking his teeth deep into the side of my neck, I let out a moan that echoes through the suite.

Shame immediately washes over me. I just made what Dean calls my ‘whore moan.’ After our honeymoon period, he enjoyed doling out ridicule rather than giving me the ecstasy I craved. And now, I’ve just let it slip in front of three men who are all too eager to judge.

“Make that noise again,” Spandex barks, making my body tense. I snap my attention to him. That babyface of his is fixed on me, his gray eyes darker than I remember. But what has me scanning lower is the fact that his hand is moving over the crotch of his black jeans, stroking the sizable bulge there with a slow, deliberate rhythm—making my pulse quicken.

He’s hard, andImade him that way. Or Hottie did. And I fucking love it. For the first time, I feel the raw empowerment of knowing a man craves me—wants me—and still respects me.

And I want more.

I wrench down the zipper at the side of my skirt, letting it pool on the floor, then making sure that my plain, pale pink cotton panties follow. I stop worrying about my underwear not matching my bra—because the men sure as hell don’t. Spandex and Odds are observing every move I make, and when I glance over my shoulder at Doggie, he is too.

I’m the one in control here.

That’s why I step out of my heels, even though it lowers me by another three inches. My movements break me free from Doggie’s grip, but he doesn’t stop me. It’s a silent confirmation—they’re going to let me take the reins.

So, I step up onto the fancy sofa, the suede soft beneath my bare feet. I say nothing as I approach Odds, who gives me a slow nod, his hand waving for me to come closer.

Next, I lift a leg to straddle his face.

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Our newest hottie isdoing her best climb onto Eric’s face, but apparently, balance isn’t her forte. As she tries to position herself over his tongue, she nearly teeters off the back of the sofa, so Levi and I jump in with the assist.

With me on her left, our goalie on her right, and Eric’s grip on her ass, we stabilize her, each of us tuned into her every move. And just before Eric opens up and says, “Ahh,” his features light up like a Christmas tree. The sight of her lowering herself onto him has me lit up too, as well as my fucking cock. Steel stands no chance.

Her small hands grip our shoulders for balance, her knuckles tightening as she rides Eric’s face like she was made for it. We don’t usually take our hotties at the same time, but it’s hard to resist with her. My hand finds its way to her killer tits, kneading them, feeling her shudder under my touch. And before I can stop myself, I close my mouth over her left nipple, sucking slowly, teasingly, as she arches into me with a soft moan. Meanwhile,our goalie leans in, his lips brushing her neck as he inhales deeply, clearly intoxicated by her scent. His free hand slides down to massage the bulge straining against his fly.

It’s been a while since we found a hottie who’s willing to indulge our particular preferences in the sack. And there’s something about this hottie that feels different. Maybe it’s her innocence or the secrets behind her guarded eyes. Maybe it’s the mix of curiosity and restraint. She’s careful, but there’s a spark of wildness in her, just waiting to come alive. So maybe she’s been waiting for the right man—or should I say men—to awaken that side of her.

And it’s not about trying to be overly sexy—she doesn’t need to be. It’s the quiet confidence she carries without even knowing it that draws me in.

Finding her almost feels like a gift, especially knowing how busy things are about to get for us. The hours, the days, the weeks ahead—they’re all spoken for.

“Mmm,” Hottie hums, her toes clenching into the suede along the back cushions.

Hottie’s hands now dig into Eric’s messy hair, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. I don’t know why the three of us get off doing things this way, but we just do. I’m so fucking glad Levi chose that bar to swagger into.

There are three things Eric loves to brag about, in no specific order: his sniper skills, his affinity for animals, and his talent with his insanely long tongue. And his tongue is working magic on our hottie right now.

“Oh… ooh, ooh,ooh…”

That’s right. Get her, boy.

While Levi and I might be providing her with some support, this is Eric’s round. Sure, we cheated a little and stole a taste when it wasn’t technically our turn, but we don’t usually dive in all at once—not this time, at least. There’s a method to ourmadness, a system that works for us, and since we live by the old adage of ‘if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it,’ we don’t need to change things up.

Still, being this up close and personal in moments of pleasure is its own kind of glory. There’s also the perpetual bet we’ve got going on: whoever racks up the most climaxes from her before spewing takes the crown as the best of the best. It’s a title I hold more often than note, though the other two are always giving me a run for my money.

What can I say? As professional athletes, competition is in our blood, and we take each and every one of our games seriously.

But maybe… maybe we just haven’t found the woman who makes us want to forget the game entirely. The one who makes us want to push past the limits we’ve set for ourselves and discover what we’re really capable of.

For some reason, Hottie seems to be hitting all the right buttons.

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