Page 74 of Breaking the Pucking Rules (LA Vipers #1)

KODIE

“ K odie,” Casey cries as I slam her against her closed front door, my lips finding hers and cutting off any other words she might want to say.

My hands grip her ass, and I lift her from her feet.

Instantly, her legs wrap around my waist, and I grind my aching dick against her.

Her entire body trembles. Needy and desperate. Just the way I like her.

Fire burns through my veins as my adrenaline from our epic win tonight continues to rage.

I need her. I need to be inside her as much as I need my next breath.

“Can’t wait,” I mutter as I kiss across her jaw, one of my hands slipping inside her jersey to find her tits.

“Please,” she whimpers as I palm her, loving the feel of her nipple hardening at my touch.

“Why the fuck are you wearing jeans?” I complain as I pointlessly tug at her waistband.

“I…I didn’t think?—”

“I’m banning them from games,” I say as I drag her from the door and move toward the couch with her in my arms. “Skirts or nothing.”

“What if I want to make you work for it?” she taunts as I lower her to her feet, my fingers immediately finding the button of the offending article.

My eyes shoot up and narrow in warning.

She smirks as her eyes glitter with mischief.

“Any other night, fine. Game night? Not a fucking chance.”

Ripping her skinny jeans down her legs, I drop to my knees to pull off her sneakers and then free the fabric from her ankles.

“You want me to dress like a puck bunny?”

I freeze at her words.

“No,” I bark. “And I never want to hear you ever refer to yourself as one. You’re not?—”

“I know, Kodie,” she says, reaching out and combing her fingers through my curls. Her touch soothes me, but it does nothing to dampen the roaring fire within me. “Sometimes, though, I want you to fuck me like one.”

My teeth clench, but this time there is no anger.

Only desire.

“Challenge accepted.”

I tear at her panties, freeing them from her body and throwing them to the floor before my hands wrap around her hips, twisting her around. The second she’s in position, I press my palm against her back, giving her little choice but to bend over the back of the couch.

My hands slide to her ass, and I squeeze, my fingers pressing into her skin.

“Please,” she whimpers, wiggling her hips as if she’ll find some friction.

“Spread your legs,” I demand, my eyes locked on her pussy.

I haven’t touched her and yet she’s swollen and glistening, as desperate for me as I am for her.

I only took her this morning before we left the hotel room, but it feels like a month ago now.

My cock aches, precum soaking my boxers.

Fuck. I hope this need for her never ends.

It’s still possible to feel like this about your girl when you’re old and gray, right?

“So fucking perfect,” I muse before spreading her with two fingers and licking her from clit to ass.

I circle her puckered hole with the tip of my tongue, loving the way she shudders.

“Oh god.”

“Nah, baby. Number Fifty-Five.”

“Cocky fu—shit,” she gasps as I push just slightly inside her.

“This is mine, Casey,” I say, replacing my tongue with my thumb, continuing to tease her.

“I’m going to take you here. Not tonight.

But one day soon, I’m going to watch my dick stretching your ass open.

I’m going to feel you come harder than you ever have in your life all over it.

” She shudders, whimpering nonsense. “Is that okay?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes…Sir.” Pulling my hand back, I reward her with a slap to her ass.

She screams as my handprint blooms on her skin. Her ass is perfect, pale skin with just a few dimples here and there. I’m fucking obsessed with it.

I’m fucking obsessed with all of her, let’s be honest.

“Perfect,” I muse before diving back in, eating her like I’m starving.

I am. Fucking starving for my girl.

Despite her being ready to come about thirty seconds after I started sucking on her swollen clit, I don’t let her fall. Instead, I bring her to the edge over and over until she’s almost sobbing for relief.

Her legs tremble, and her juices drip from my chin.

It’s fucking everything.

“Please, Kodie. Please.”

I pull back, eliciting a loud moan of disapproval before stating, “You’re not coming on my mouth tonight. You’re not coming until I’m balls deep inside you.”

“Then hurry the fuck up and get in my pussy.”

I chuckle as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and climb to my feet.

My dick physically hurts, confined behind the zipper of my suit pants.

Usually, I don’t mind having to wear suits to and from games, but right now, I could really do with being in a pair of sweats.

Ripping my fly open with one hand, I slide the other up Casey’s spine, over each ridge until I can sink my fingers into her silky blonde hair.

“Kodie, please.”

“Fucking love it when you beg,” I praise. “You’re such good fucking girl.”

She whimpers as I pull my dick out. I squeeze, giving it a few strokes, rubbing the precum into the head, but it does little to quell the ache.

“Yes,” she hisses when I step closer and drag my dick through her folds, letting her wetness coat me.

The second I press against her entrance, her muscles ripple, trying to drag me deeper.

“Greedy girl. Tell me what you want.”

“Your dick, Kodie. Please.”

I shake my head. How the hell I managed to stay away from her and lie to myself for as long as I did, I don’t know.

Will a relationship between us be easy? Hell no. But I already know it’ll be worth it.

Being able to come home from games to this woman, whether at home or on the road, is going to be the best part of my job. And knowing that my daughter loves her too? Fuck. It’s too much.

Thrusting my hips forward, I fill her in one swift move as my fingers tighten in her hair. Pulling her head back, I force her to arch her back, allowing me to take her as deep as physically possible.

“So full,” she cries. “Kodie, yes. So deep.”

I didn’t know it was possible, but I swear I get harder, hearing her words.

“So fucking deep,” I grunt as I pull out and push back in slowly, allowing her a few moments to adjust before I give her what we both really need.

“Yes,” she cries, shifting her hips as if it’ll pull me even deeper. “Fuck me, Kodie. Please, fuck me.”

I don’t need to be told twice. The next time I pull out, I wait a beat before I surge back in so hard and fast that her feet leave the floor.

Something settles inside me as the beast that was taking over subsides slightly.

“Fuck, Casey. Your pussy is fucking heaven.”

I keep up my punishing pace, my grip on her hair getting tighter and tighter as her muscles contract around me.

“Come for me, Casey. Let me feel how addicted you are to my dick.”

She cries out an unintelligible response as her release hits her.

Her pussy clamps down on me so hard, her muscles rippling in the most delicious way, that it takes every ounce of my restraint not to fall with her.

I need to feel this over and over before I finally give in. I want to prove to her that she made the right decision, forgiving me. That she’s making the right choice by making me a part of her life, by making me hers, and allowing me to make her mine in return.

I fuck her slower through her release, allowing her to fall forward as she gasps for air and her body comes back to her. But the second she’s done, my tempo increases again.

“Oh god,” she whimpers.

I chuckle. “Have you forgotten already? Fifty-Five, remember?”

“So fucking cocky.”

“Would you expect anything else? I’m a hockey player, remember.”

She laughs, and it makes her muscles tighten again.

“Fuck, baby. Keep that up and I’m not going to deliver on my promise,” I warn.

“Your promise?”

I smirk because I never actually told her.

“I scored three tonight, Trouble.”

“Riiight,” she muses, predicting where this is going.

“I score three, you get three orgasms before I get off,” I explain.

“What about if you score six?”

“Then you get six.”

“You’re meant to be celebrating, not torturing yourself.”

“Fucking you is far from torture, baby. Watching you come is one of my favorite things to do. I’d watch it all night if I could.”

“I think you might kill me,” she teases.

“You can take it. I’m not losing you again.”

“Thank fuck for that. I didn’t cope very well without you.”

“Me either, baby. But tonight, we’re celebrating, not looking back.”

“ C ASEY,” I roar as my release rips through me a while later.

After I confessed my plan, I’m pretty sure Casey did everything in her power to hold her next two releases as long as possible.

In reality, not much time has passed, but my balls are convinced it’s been at least three hours.

I fall forward, squashing her exhausted, tiny body on the couch. I try to keep most of my weight off her, but it’s easier said than done.

“I hope you win every game,” Casey giggles, still on a high from her multiple releases.

“You and me both, baby.”

Forcing myself off her, I reluctantly slip from her body and spin her around to face me.

Her face looks tiny as I cup her cheeks with my giant hands. Leaning forward, I press my lips to her in a sweet kiss.

“I’ll never fuck you like a bunny, Casey. You mean too much to me.”

A contented, happy sigh passes her lips, her warm, beer-scented breath rushing over my face.

“I promise to always fuck you in whatever way you need, though.”

Tears fill her eyes, and I panic. I fucking hate seeing her cry.

“I used to imagine that you were the most incredible man. How is it possible that you’re even better?”

A smirk kicks up one side of my mouth while one of my shoulder’s pops.

“It really is a skill.”

“And so modest, too.”

Her eyes drop from mine, and they widen as if she’s only just noticing that she’s completely naked, and other than my dick, I’m still fully dressed.

“Get naked, Fifty-Five, I’m not done with you yet.”

Releasing her, I hold my arms out from my sides and take a step back.

“I’m all yours. Do your worst.”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, her cheeks brightening.

“I spent a lot of years fantasizing about you,” she confesses.

“Oh yeah?”

Despite coming harder than I ever have in my life, my dick jerks back to life.

“Yeah. I don’t think there’s any situation I haven’t thought about…gotten myself off to.”

“Tell me more.”

She moves closer, her delicate fingers reaching for the first closed button on my shirt.

“There is only one man I’ve thought of when I’ve gotten myself off since I was about fifteen.”

“Considering our age gap, that’s a little unnerving.”

She shrugs, uncaring. “I knew what I wanted from the very first time I saw you play. I was addicted. It sounds crazy. No one has ever understood it. But I felt different watching you. I couldn’t get enough. Every single thing you’ve done, every move you’ve made, I’ve read it all.”

“Creepy little stalker, aren’t you?”

“Guilty. You should probably run now while you have the chance. For all you know, I have plans to lock you up in the basement and make you my sex slave for life.”

Lifting my arms, I press my wrists together as if she’s about to cuff me. “Lead the way. I’m yours now, however you want me.”

Her fingers curl around my waistband and my entire body flinches as her knuckles graze my skin, my cock hardening.

But she doesn’t do anything else. Instead, she just stares up at me, her eyes full of awe and disbelief.

“I want you exactly as you are, Kodie Rivers. You’re perfect to me. You always have been.”