Page 21 of Breaking the Pucking Rules

I suck him through his orgasm, swallowing down every drop. This is going to be the one and only time I get to experience this. I want to savor every moment…

You’re being weird, Casey.

Sitting back on my haunches, I let his dick slip from between my lips before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

He stands there, a huge, looming presence before me with his pants around his hips, beneath his softening dick. He looks just as much of a god as he does on the ice. The only thing that will makeit better is to strip him bare and get to see firsthand just how much ink covers his skin.

“Get on the bed.”

Faster than I thought I could move, I scramble to my feet. My head spins, thanks to the glasses of champagne I’ve had tonight. I’m far from drunk, but the bubbles have certainly helped loosen me up and alleviate my nerves.

As I crawl onto the bed, I try to ignore the thought that pops into my head.

You’re in a hotel room with your teenage crush. The man who’s featured in all your dirty fantasies since you were thirteen.

Being rational about this isn’t going to get me anywhere. I’ll end up an anxious mess who doesn’t look like she knows what she’s doing.

I might not have a wealth of knowledge where sex is concerned, but I know enough to be confident that I can rock his world. And anyway, if the stories about him are true, he hasn’t seen any action in a very long time, so it’s not like I’m going to be compared to anything.

He moves to the end of the bed as I settle in the middle with my head on the pillow and everything on display.

How is it fair that I’m naked and he’s fully dressed? My eyes drop to his dick.Almostfully dressed.

I could have predicted it, but I’m pretty sure he has the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen.

Movement a little higher catches my attention, and when I look up, I find him pulling his bowtie free before he begins undoing his buttons.

My stomach does a little flip and I have the sudden urge to grab my cell and film his strip tease.

I refrain in favor of enjoying every single inch he reveals, instead of giving away the fact that I know who he is and swiftly putting an end to the night.

I’ve seen him shirtless at the facility, and also in the many, many photos of him I’ve stared at over the years, but none of them compare to this moment.

He’s not just getting naked because he’s about to change to hitthe ice, or to jump in the shower after practice. Nor because he’s being paid to model something.

He’s doing it because he wants to fuck me.

Oh my god, Kodie Rivers is going to fuck me.

The over-excitable teenage girl who lives inside me is having a party right now. But on the outside, I’m a demure, sexy woman waiting to be fucked within an inch of her life.Hopefully.

My fingers twist in the sheets beneath me as he loses the shirt, toes off his shoes, and then finally pushes his slacks and boxers down his legs.

He makes me wait a couple of seconds, but it’s so worth it, because when he stands to full height again…holy fucking cow.

I was wrong. This man isn’t just a god. He’s a…he’s a…

My brain cells misfire as he presses one knee into the mattress and reaches for my ankles.

My breath catches as fire burns up my legs, colliding with the inferno already growing inside me.

“Argh,” I cry out as he drags me exactly where he wants me before sliding two tattooed hands up my calves. He pauses at my knees for a beat, and then he spreads them wide open.

His eyes immediately drop to my pussy, and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.

“Oh god,” I whimper, desperate to twist my fingers in his messy hair and hold his face against me for the next hour.

He takes his time lifting his eyes up my body, almost like he’s memorizing me, before our gazes lock.