Page 26 of Her Puck Daddies (Game On Daddies #2)

“I love it,” she breathes, her voice breaking on a moan. “Use me, all of me.”

Doggie throws his head back with a deep, guttural groan of satisfaction.

“Careful, Hottie. You have no idea what those words do to me.” When he looks down at her again, a dark, sinister smirk plays on his lips.

“So, you like bouncing back on Daddy’s dick.

Is my good girl ready to play a little game, then? ”

“Please, Daddy,” she whines.

I can’t look away. The scene is raw, filthy, fucking hypnotic—the way Doggie owns every second, his authority unshakable, while Spandex fuels the fire, asserting his own dominance, his presence only amping up the intoxication.

“ Spandex, get over here and support her bum leg so I can angle her ass up from the edge of the couch instead.” Doggie yanks out of her with a slick, obscene sound before grabbing her, manhandling her into position, one that lets him slam into her harder, deeper, exactly how she needs it. How she begs for it.

Her slick, messy cunt glistens, creamy arousal coating his cock, dripping down her inner thighs in a filthy, shameless display that only makes my own cock throb harder.

“Don’t let her foot get anymore injured while they hang off the edge of the couch,” Doggie instructs.

Although Spandex isn’t one to take orders from him off the ice, in this moment, he’s more than willing to fall in line.

Because they both know that the second he gets involved, he’ll take over. He’s the real one in charge when it comes to kink, control, and breaking her in exactly the way she craves.

He nods, stripping off his clothes in one swift, effortless motion, his cock already thick and aching. Sliding down to the floor, he positions himself beneath her, gripping her injured leg, holding it steady, making sure the captain can pound into her without a single fucking interruption.

She holds her arch beautifully, the deep curve of her back welcoming Doggie’s thick, unforgiving cock. He spreads her legs wider, forcing her down, lowering her body so he can drive into her with all his weight, something he couldn’t do on the couch.

When he slides back inside her, she gasps, her body shuddering, almost struggling to take the full impact as he starts to move again.

His hands clamp onto her waist, fingers digging in as he rails into her, his rhythm hard and fast for several punishing seconds before pulling back, slowing, teasing.

He does it again. And again. Three times he changes his pace, each time leaving her more desperate, more wrecked, until she lets out a frustrated, needy grunt. She’s aching to come, desperate to let go.

But Doggie’s not giving it to her. He’s toying with her, dragging her to the edge, only to hold her there, making her wait, making her suffer for it.

And fuck, watching him deny her like this is almost as hot as watching her break.

“What is it, Good Girl?”

“I need to come, Daddy,” she begs, her voice strained.

“I thought you were ready to play my little game?” he teases.

“Please, Daddy. I can’t take it anymore.”

“ Ok, but only if you promise to do it exactly when I tell you to,” he relents, his pupils blown and sweat gleaming along his temples.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Fuck me, that’s hot.

Spandex makes his move, shifting his position on the floor while still keeping a steady grip on her injured leg.

He nudges cap, signaling for him to plant one foot on the couch while keeping the other grounded, adjusting his stance without breaking rhythm.

The moment cap follows, Spandex slides in closer, using that goalie agility to bend backward, his head slipping between Hottie’s thighs.

He syncs his movements with Doggie’s thrusts, his timing precise. And the moment his mouth finds Hottie’s clit, her whole body jerks, her breath catching on a strangled moan, her orgasm crashing into her like a live wire.

“Oh my god… I’m gonna come,” she mewls.

“You better not,” Doggie demands, slowing his motions. “Not until I give you permission.”

She grunts, frustrated, desperate, her body trembling with restraint.

My mind flashes back to her taste—sweet, salty, fucking addictive. It’s been months, but it’s there, burned into me, haunting me. I crave it like a dying man craves air.

This isn’t how we’ve done it before, but I’m already hooked.

The rawness, the primal energy, has me aching to join.

My hand moves to my fly, unbuttoning with urgency as my cock strains for freedom.

The cool air hits, a sharp contrast to the heat crawling up my spine.

I wrap my fingers around my length, stroking slowly, my eyes locked on the mesmerizing scene before me.

The way Hottie’s body responds to both cap and the goalie, caught between pleasure and surrender. Every sound she makes, every movement fuels my need, and I need to join in now.

“Daddy,” she cries out. “I can’t… I can’t…”

“Can’t what?”

"Can’t wait… Unh, unh, oh my god!" Her scream pierces the air, raw and explosive as her climax overtakes her. She bucks wildly, her movements breaking the rhythm, but Doggie and Spandex don’t care. They’re lost in the way she comes undone.

Doggie rides her through her climax, but as soon as she comes down, he grips all that long luxurious hair of hers again.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Hottie. Very bad.

” He snaps his cock into her once, but hard.

A clear warning. A promise. This time, she jumps a little.

“Do you know what happens to bad girls?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“It’s too late for that.” His voice is low and dangerous. He pulls her up from her arch so that her back flushes against his chest, the other hand trailing up from her hips to her breasts. “I’m going to punish you.”

My cock jumps at the suggestion, hunger tightening low in my gut. Few things are more tempting than watching cap dish out his punishments, and every fiber of my being craves her, craves the chance to lose myself in her again.

Doggie starts by massaging them, his fingers teasing at first, but then he pinches them, rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingers.

A violent shudder wracks through her, her body instinctively surrendering.

Her head falls back against his shoulder, a breathy moan slipping from her parted lips.

One of her hands dives into the goalie’s hair, fingers curling tight as he continues his merciless assault on her clit. The other slides up to cap, her fingertips grazing his scalp, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers, her voice thick with need.

"Again, Daddy."

Doggie smirks, obeying her plea, pinching harder this time.

"Un h," she moans, her thighs clenching around Spandex’s face.

"Tell that little cunt of yours to follow directions next time," he growls against her ear before pushing her forward again.

His hand comes down, delivering three sharp slaps to her ass in quick succession, the pale flesh blooming with heat.

She gasps, a mix of pain and pleasure twisting through her.

"Ow," she cries, nearly buckling. "Spandex bit me."

Doggie chuckles in sinister amusement.

Spandex pulls away, his mouth slick with her arousal, his eyes dark with amusement. "You let your pussy drip all over my mouth before he told you to." He suddenly pauses, his voice briefly softer. “Quicksand?"

Her safe word. The one we gave her the first night we met her back in Jersey.

"No," she pants, her breath shaky, her body trembling but willing.

Spandex’s grin returns. “I didn’t think so," he murmurs, his voice full of wicked pleasure as he drags his tongue through her folds again, lapping her up, claiming her all over.

Doggie’s hand snaps against her ass again, the sharp crack making her jolt, gasp, shudder.

The n, his voice drops, pure command, pure control. "No more coming unless one of us says. Understand?"

“I understand, Daddy.”

Cap turns to me, giving me a nod, his voice firm. "Eric, get up here."

I rise to my feet, the image of all three of us taking her, owning her, completely consuming her—the idea so dirty, so fucking addictive, it locks into my mind like a vice, refusing to let go.

I have to see this play out. Feel it. Own it.

Doggie drives into her, relentless, his grip bruising, possessive, while Spandex buries his face even deeper between her thighs, devouring her pussy like she’s his last fucking meal.

I climb onto the couch, positioning myself right in front of Ava, my legs spreading just enough to frame her exactly where I want her.

The second I settle onto the backrest, my cock juts forward—hard, heavy, waiting—just inches from her face.

I grip her chin, forcing her gaze up. "If this is too much, pinch my hip?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Mus ic to my fucking ears .

"Open up, Hottie." I feed her my cock, inch by thick and leaking inch. She’s slow at first, licking the precum off the tip, then teasing with a few quick swirls tracing along the ridge of my cock.

“Fuck, Hottie. Just like that.” I’m so fucking close, too close. This is new, raw, filthy as hell, and it’s pushing every button I have. I’m struggling not to snap, not to lose it right then and there, but even if I do, I’m damn sure going to savor every second of it.

“Look at me while you take all of me in that greedy little mouth of yours.”

And when she blinks up at me with those big, doe-like eyes, my balls tighten, throb, a desperate ache coiling low in my gut. I’m not going to last. No fucking way.

She looks so goddamn beautiful, her lips stretched around my cock, her mouth working me with pure devotion. Heat grips my balls as my eyes flick from the sight of her sucking me off to the captain pounding into her from behind and the goalie drowning in her from below.

A quick glance at Doggie tells me he’s on the edge, too. His jaw is tight, his thrusts more erratic.

The re’s something about this—something electric, something overwhelming, something that fucking owns us.