Page 16 of Her Puck Daddies (Game On Daddies #2)

There’s a quiet turmoil behind her eyes, something deep and unspoken that nearly makes me reconsider.

Ava’s been hurt before, I can sense it. I’m not sure how—her skin shows no scars—but something has clearly left its mark, whether it’s psychological or emotional.

I’m tempted to ask her about it, but the im pulse catches me off guard.

I don’t usually pry into a woman’s past unless we’re something more, and given how every commitment I’ve had has imploded, I’m not about to start now.

Yet there’s something about her, something in the way she carries her hurt, that makes me throw my usual playbook out the window. It’s the vulnerability behind her eyes, raw and unguarded, that draws me in, makes me want to protect her, even though I know nothing about her demons.

Maybe it’s witnessing her tears. Maybe it’s how flighty and nervous she can be. Maybe it’s how obedient she’s been tonight. Whatever it is, I’m breaking all my rules.

“I will,” she says, agreeing to the signal that will shut everything down.

I blink down at her, her submission clear, and something tightens in my chest. Maybe she needs to be dominated as much as I need a woman to submit.

But we’re not having that conversation. Not now.

This is sex. Pure and simple. And I won’t be the one to ruin it.

Without wasting another second, I shove her lace panties into her mouth, the soft pink fabric teasing me as it peeks out. Seeing it, seeing Ava like this, completely trusting and willing to surrender, makes my dick twitch with need.

“ Spread your legs for me, Hottie,” I order her, and she does it without hesitation.

I grab the last two condoms from where I'd stashed them, slipping one on as I brace myself on my elbows over her. Taking a second to make sure she’s ready, I drag two fingers through her folds. She’s wet, and it feeds my confidence, knowing that I have this effect on her.

Has she ever gotten wet around me and I didn’t even realize?

Without warning, I grab her thigh and throw one leg over my shoulder, keeping the other hooked tight around my waist. Then, I plunge my sheathed cock into her needy cunt, stretching her open, making her take every inch.

She bucks against me, desperate, clawing at the sheets, her body grinding beneath me as I pin her down and fuck her deeper.

A muffled moan spills from her lips, but the panties stuffed in her mouth soak up the sound, reducing her cries to nothing more than broken whimpers.

That’s the beauty of gagging a lover, no one will ever hear.

I work us into a hard and fast rhythm, my gaze locking onto hers.

“Look at me,” I command her. “Keep your eyes on mine.”

She does, and with our bodies not only connected but pancaked together from thighs to chest, I can feel how she’s soaring toward the summit.

“Don’t you come until I tell you. Don’t you fucking dare.”

For the first time, her brows edge up in the middle with worry.

She doesn’t know if she can hold out, and fuck, that only makes me hungrier.

Either she obeys, giving me the satisfaction of owning her submission, or she fails, coming on my cock yet again, a mistake that will demand punishment. Either way, I win.

So I decide to push her further, to see just how much my hottie can take.

I lower my mouth to her left breast, wrapping my lips around her stiff nipple, sucking hard until the delicate flesh bruises, until the speckled love bites bloom beneath my tongue.

My cock jumps at the sight, at the knowledge that I’ve marked her, left something on her skin that won’t fade for days.

I may not see it after tonight, but she’ll know it’s there.

Every time we lock eyes, no matter where we are, we’ll both remember exactly who put it there.

When I move to her right breast and do the same, she trembles, and fuck, I feel it. That tight little ring of muscle inside her cunt gives a single desperate pulse around me.

She ’s close. So fucking close. Yet she’s still holding back.

“Good girls always listen, don’t they?” I growl, smoothing back the messy strands of hair clinging to her temples and forehead.

I could keep fucking her hard, pushing her limits, making her take everything I have to give.

But for some reason, I don’t. Right now, I feel the need to be tender with her.

So I slow down, rolling my hips in a deep, steady rhythm, sinking into her inch by inch as I hold her gaze. And something shifts.

A warmth spreads through me, something deeper than pleasure, something that has nothing to do with sex. I don’t even know how to describe it… only that I don’t want it to stop.

So, I don’t stop. Maybe I’ll stay here, inside her, with her, forever. Maybe I’ll just keep moving like this until time itself gives out.

But that's a hell of a thought… that I can’t have right now.

The moment it hits me, I’m yanked from my reverie like a sucker punch to the face, and I shove the thoughts down, burying it for the time being.

I need to come. And that means she has to come first.

Bracing myself back up on my arms, I press her deeper into the mattress, my hands sinking into the pillow on either side of her head. I thrust harder, chasing the pleasure, fucking the tenderness out of my mind until we shatter together.

“I want you to come for me, Hottie. Now.” My voice is rough, commanding, and her body surrenders to my mercy.

As if her body is in perfect sync with my orders, her pussy cinches down on my cock in tight, radiating waves that have me clenching my jaw, fighting for control. I could let go. I could give in to the intoxicating grip of her, but no. I’m the one in charge. I decide when this ends.

So I keep going, wildly bucking into her with the same force I use on the ice. This isn’t just fucking anymore, it's winning.

With this shift surging through me, I slap her perfect tits, watching the soft flesh bounce beneath my palm, relishing the deep, muffled moan that escapes from her gagged mouth. I do it again, and her body shudders against mine.

“You like that, don’t you?”

She nods in submission, and fuck, I love that. So, I do it again, demanding her to come for me again. And she does, her body shaking with no restraint.

But I’m not done with her yet.

I y ank her leg down, twisting her hip into a partial reverse spoon, exposing her ass. I stay buried inside her, moving with her. From the side, I push two fingers past the tight ring of her ass, stretching her open while I slam my cock into her cunt.

She fucks me back aggressively, urgently, taking everything I give her. Her body clamps down, milking my cock and my fingers at once, her pleasure spiraling out of control until she shatters for the third time—screaming into her panties, her body convulsing in my arms.

And fuck, I can’t fight it anymore.

Pleasure rips through me like a lightning strike, raw and all-consuming. My cock pulses as I spill inside the condom, every muscle in my body locking up before finally giving out. I collapse beside her, breathless, my seed flooding the barrier between us.

Breathing hard, I reach up, fingers brushing her swollen lips, and finally remove the soaked panties from her mouth, letting her gasp in air.

We lay there, bodies spent. The room is thick with the scent of sweat and sex, a lingering reminder of everything I just took from her.

Once I get enough air to move more than an inch, I reach up and carefully loosen the knot around Ava's wrists, freeing her from the he adboard. I take my time rubbing her skin, making sure she gets enough circulation, and there are no burns or bruises.

She’s just fine. I watch her chest rise and fall in slow, steady breaths, her body relaxed, satisfied. If she’s fine, I’m fine.

After a few minutes, I sit up, flicking on the light by my side of the bed. No blood, no welts, just the outlines of where my hands claimed her, where my teeth marked her. My cock stirs at the sight, but I push it down. There’s no time for round three.

Instead, I grab a damp towel, cleaning her up gently before I let myself sink back down into the mattress. My body craves sleep, but my mind drifts to the last time something like this happened—when Ava snuck out of my hotel room before sunrise.

But this time, the room isn’t mine. If anyone should be sneaking out now, it’s me.

Our jet is scheduled to leave at nine, so I set my alarm. And at 5:30 AM, I slip out of bed to sneak back to my room and pack, leaving Ava tangled in the sheets, lost in her dreams, completely unaware that I’m gone.