Page 125 of Off-Ice Misconduct
“Look at that greedy little hole, sucking up that plug.”
“It’s super greedy, Daddy,” I say with no fucking shame. “It wants your cock instead. Please.”
There’s a snarl, and he pops the thing outta me, dropping it on the desk. He lines up the head of his cock with my ass and pauses. “I missed you.”
“You saw me yesterday.”
“I know. It’s becoming a problem.” He teases my hole with gentle pressure, only sinking the tip in. My ass immediately clings, trying to draw him in. Luke won’t budge. My body shivers. “Where are we gonna live, baby?”
That’s when he chooses to go full hilt, sheathing his cock in my ass.
I moan—I’ve been waiting for this—but what the fuck with that question? Was it a question? Yes, but it was laced with a foregone conclusion. We’re moving in together, it’s just a matter of where.
Luke cuts his last threads of restraint. His fingers dig into my hips like he’s trying to mold me into something new—something that’ll never belong to anyone else. I brace on the desk as he pistons into me, and every thrust sends my sanity scattering like dandelion wisps.
“Look at you,” he growls. “Taking me so well. You were made for my cock, princess.”
There’s no fucking blood going to my brain right now. My spine’s just a live wire and my body a writhing mass of need.
He drags his teeth along my shoulder, slow, and sinks them in hard enough to leave a mark. I feel the shape of his jaw burned into my skin, and it grounds me. Or maybe it ruins me. Either way, I whine like I’m being broken in.
“You like that?” he asks, lips brushing the spot he just marked.
“Yeah, Daddy. More.Please.”
He doesn’t answer—he just hauls me back against his chest and shoves in deeper, like he’s trying to fuse us together. One arm wraps tight across my chest, the other finds my throat. He doesn’t squeeze—not yet. Just rests his hand there, fingers splayed over my pulse, like he owns the beat of my heart.
“You know you’re mine, right?” he rasps. “Not just your body. Not just your pretty little ass.Allof you.”
I whimper. “Yeah … yeah, yes, Daddy.”
“That’s right,” he says, dragging his mouth down the side of my neck. “You’re marked now. Inside … outside. You’ll feel me when you walk.”
He ruts into me with punishing rhythm, chasing something brutal. Final.
I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood. “Please—don’t stop. Wreck me.”
His hand tightens, just a little, a warning and a promise.
“I’m gonna break you open,” he murmurs, low and rough. “Then I’m gonna fill you up. And when you’re leaking down your thighs, I’ll make you beg for more.”
“Yes. I wanna be so full of you, Daddy.
“God. You’re so fucking tight around me, so eager.”
I whimper again, this time trying to say something. What, I’m not sure. I’m too high and wrecked to form real words. Doesn’t matter. Somehow, he understands, fucking into me, slow and cruel, dragging more nonsense out of me. I get louder as he licks up my spine, and he covers my mouth to muffle me.
“I love your sounds, baby, but there are people.” I moan quietly, in a breathless way, and he releases my mouth. “Good boy.”
His teeth find my shoulder again, and hebites. Hard. It’s not a gentle nip—something closer to animal instinct. My breath catches, body tightening with the burst of sharp pain, but then it sags as my brain shuts off.
His.His.I’m so his.
I moan something into the desk—I don’t even know at this point—it’s half-prayer, half-fucking-filth. His fingers thread through my hair, yanking my head back. I can’t see him, but I’m sure he can see me.
“You look so pretty like this, princess,” he murmurs. “Red-cheeked, mouth open, barely able to catch your breath. Totally fucking ruined.”
He fucks harder, and I brace against the desk, feeling more like a rag doll than a person. He fucks me so hard and for so long, I don’t remember anything else. There’s just Luke.
