Page 126 of Of Pucking Course

Holy fuck, that’s hot, seeing my name and my number on her body.

Mckesson. Number forty-seven.

I’m instantly hard.

Yeah, it’s the most cliche thing in the world for a hockey player to want to see his girl wear his jersey. But it’s so damn hot knowing the woman I’m crazy about wants to wear my name and my number on her body.

It triggers something in my caveman brain too. That possessive part that doesn’t want her to wear anyone else’s jersey. There are countless other players’ jerseys she could wear, but she chose to wear mine.

Heat shoots through my body as I text her back.

Me: So fucking hot.

Dakota: Yeah?

Me: Yeah.

Dakota: I’ll be wearing this tomorrow night when I watch you play. I know it’s not the same as me being at the game and cheering you on, but I hope you like it.

Me: Like it? Beautiful, I fucking love it. Knowing that you’ll be wearing my jersey tomorrow is going to power me through the game.

Dakota: That’s what I was hoping for :)

Me: Are you wearing anything under my jersey?

Dakota: Nope ;)

Me: Show me. Now.

I hold my breath, wondering if she’s going to be okay with me being bossy like this over text. She’s into it when we’re in bed together, but she might not be okay with it now, especially since I just asked her for a nude photo.

But a second later, she texts a photo. My eyes bulge out of my head when I see Dakota’s naked body sprawled out on her bed. Her face isn’t in the photo. She’s lying back with her back arched, her tits out and her legs spread wide, her perfect pussy on display.

I reply with the head exploding emoji. She replies with a laughing emoji.

Me: I’m speechless, beautiful. Fuck, you’re stunning.

Dakota: Do I get a dick pic now?

Me: Yes, ma’am.

Dakota: Wait, are you still wearing your suit?

Me: Yeah.

Dakota: HOT. Okay, I want a pic of your dick…and your bare chest…but I also want you wearing your suit.

Me: Tall order.

Dakota: Is it? Lol

Me: Kinda. I feel like a model on a photoshoot.

Dakota: I’m giving you full creative control. Except for your dick and your chest. Those need to be in the photo. Pretty please :)

I smile as I unbutton the white dress shirt I’m wearing. Then I unzip my trousers and free my hard cock. I set my phone on the nightstand next to my bed and tap on the camera. Facing my phone screen, I fist my cock in my hand. With my free hand, I tap the phone screen and take a photo. I make sure it looks okay, then I text it to Dakota.

A few moments later, she replies with a drooling emoji.

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