Page 19 of Dirty Puck

I spun her, backing her toward the bed until her knees hit the edge. My mouth was on her neck, hands in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to taste the soft skin at her throat.

“You wanna be in charge?” I growled, dragging my teeth along her jaw. “Then don’t melt when I touch you.”

“I’m not melting,” she snapped.

Oh really?I shoved my thigh between hers, grinding up until I felt the wet heat through her panties. Her hips bucked. She hissed. I smirked.

“Sure, baby.”

She shoved my chest, but I caught her wrists, forcing her down to the bed. She could’ve yelled. She didn’t. She looked up at me like she wanted to punch me and come at the same time.

“I’m not done hating you,” she whispered.

“Good,” I said, stripping her down. “Hate me while I make you climax so hard you forget your own name.”

Her shoes and panties came off in one pull. I dropped to my knees and spread her thighs, dragging her to the edge. She was already soaked, and when I ran my tongue through her folds, her whole body jerked.

“God,” she gasped, fingers lacing through my hair, tugging, trying to control the pace.

But I didn’t let her. I pinned her hips down and ate her like I was starving. Long, deep licks. Circling her clit until she panted, “Please.” I didn’t think she even knew what she was asking for, she just needed something more. So I sucked in hard until her back arched and she cried out.

“Let go, babe,” I ordered against her.

“Fuck you.”

Bree thought she was being tough. She forgot who she was dealing with. I slid two fingers inside her and crooked them just right. Her thighs shook. Her moan broke in her throat.

“Youaregonna come,” I said. “You’re gonna soak my fucking face.”

She did. Loud, shattering, legs locking around my shoulders. And even when she was done, I didn’t stop. Not until she shoved at me, trembling and breathless.

I stood, wiped my mouth, and stripped. Her eyes stayed locked on my cock, heavy and hard, already leaking for her.

“This still goodbye?” I asked, climbing over her. My dick twitched with excitement as I ripped open the condom package, rolling it on. “Down boy,” I told it. But it didn’t listen. It wanted inside. Good thing Bree wanted that too.

She reached for me, grabbed the base of my dick, and guided me in like a challenge. “Shut up and fuck me.”

I thrust deep, all the way in, one slow, punishing stroke that knocked the air out of both of us. Her nails dug into my back. I started moving—slow at first, then hard, deep, relentless. She tried to keep up, lifting her hips, biting my shoulder, grinding her teeth through moans.

But I overpowered her. Controlled the rhythm. Forced her to feel every inch.

“Thisisn’tgoodbye?” I growled into her ear. “I plan to ruin you for every other man.”

She whimpered. Bucked. Clawed.

This was fun. I flipped her, hauled her hips up, and slammed back in from behind. She cried out—raw, high, desperate.

“Say it,” I demanded, slapping her ass. “Say it’s not over.”

She didn’t answer.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her up so her back hit my chest, still thrusting hard. “Say it.”

Her head fell back. “Fuck—Reece, not over.”

Bree relenting to me had to be one of the sexiest things I ever heard. I growled and shoved her back down, pounding into her until I felt her tighten around me again. She was close—so fucking close—and when she came this time, she screamed. A real scream. One that shook through her whole damn body.

I followed, emptying inside her with a groan, buried deep as I could go. The condom earned respect tonight.

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