Page 27 of Her Puck Daddies (Game On Daddies #2)

Maybe it’s the fact that we’ve only had her once like this before and know exactly how incredible she is. Maybe it’s that, unlike any other woman we’ve been with, she’s always there, blending into our lives, impossible to ignore.

Whatever it is, it’s like every ounce of resistance has fucking shattered.

And I can’t help but wonder if Spandex is fighting off his climax as fiercely as I am, or if he’s on the verge of completely unraveling.

The captain rails into her so hard that it forces Ava to take me even deeper, her throat tightening around my length as she gags, just a little. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let up.

And since she doesn’t pinch my hip, neither do I. I hold her head steady, fingers tangled in her hair, and fuck that eager little mouth, keeping my pace just controlled enough to let her breathe between thrusts—but never letting her forget who’s in charge.

“Uhh,” cap huffs. “I’m gonna come now. And if you keep taking it, you can come again, too. Do you like that?”

She nods around me, her throat tightening in perfect submission, and I plunge deep again, hitting the back of her throat.

We fall into a rhythm, or at least cap and I do. As he thrusts in, I pull back. When he yanks out, I slam forward, feeding her my cock, letting her take everything we give her.

Sweat slicks her skin, making her glow under the flickering light of the massive TV. She’s wrecked, quivering, and completely ours.

And then cap throws his head back, his voice a raw, growled command. "Now. Come now for your Daddies."

I drag myself back, just in time to hear her moan, keen, unravel, as Spandex devours every last drop of her release.

Then my cum splashes across her face, marking her, branding her as mine. I watch in raw, heated awe as it drips onto her swollen lips, pools on her tongue, streaks across her cheek, and tangles into the golden highlights of her hair.

A primal instinct, dark, possessive, all-consuming, takes over. Before I even realize what I’m doing, my fingers move to her face, smearing my release into her skin like lotion, owning her in a way that words never could.

Out of breath, Doggie drops back into the cushions of his couch, his body spent and limp, but before the moment fades, Spandex stands up and takes his place.

He maneuvers Ava over into a sitting position on the couch, allowing her to rest for a minute while he grabs a condom and a bottle of lube from his nearby jean pocket.

“I loved watching you fall apart while I was under you, Hottie. But now, your body belongs to me, and I’m going to use it exactly how I please. Are you okay with that?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she exhales.

As he stands in front of her on the couch, he grabs her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "You're mine. I want to hear you say it." His voice is controlled, firm, leaving no room for argument.

"I'm yours," she whispers, her breath shaky with need.

"Is that right? Do you want me?"

Her hands glide over her breasts, teasing, trailing down between her legs, fingers brushing over her slick heat. "I want you. All of you."

His lips curl into a wicked smirk. "Such a needy little thing. Tell me, Hottie—how bad do you want me?"

As he waits for her answer, he grips his cock, slicking it with lube, stroking slow, teasing them both.

Ava’s gaze flicks to Doggie, and without needing a single word, he moves in, taking over for Spandex, gripping her leg and helping her adjust onto her belly. He knew exactly what she wanted.

With her now face down on the couch, body flush against the fabric, I catch a glimpse of her soaking, glistening, dripping pussy.

Spandex trails his fingers down her spine, watching as she shudders beneath his touch. "That’s my good girl. Now, just like last time, I want you to relax for me. Completely."

He reaches for the lube, coating his fingers, spreading it over her tight little pucker, taking his time.

"I’m going to stretch you out, work my fingers inside your tight ring, get you ready to take me.

And then…" he smirks, dragging his cock along her skin.

"I’m going to show you exactly who your real Daddy is. Understand?"

He climbs onto the couch, settling on his knees behind her. Before he opens the bottle to drizzle it down her most forbidden hole, he takes a minute to lean in, pressing slow, lingering kisses from the nape of her neck down to the small of her back, coaxing her muscles to relax beneath his touch.

Her body instantly melts under him.

He opens the bottle and squeezes some of the lube onto her ass.

He lifts her lower back just enough to squeeze a pillow between her belly and sofa.

He begins circling her pucker with the lube and sticks a finger inside.

Hottie moans, slowly starting to grind her hips against the pillow.

He sticks another finger inside her, making her moan a little louder.

And just like that, my cock gives a little kick. I can’t help but get sucked back in by her sounds and beauty.

Hottie props herself up ever so slightly on her elbows as he continues to dig, adding a third finger.

“Are you ready for me, Hottie?” Spandex asks, his voice low.

“Take me,” she whimpers.

And he wastes no time. In one swift motion, he lifts her hips slightly higher, positioning himself before slowly pushing through her snug little ring—controlled, deliberate.

She submits to him, her body opening up as he sinks deeper, driving into her with long, measured strokes. Doggie’s free hand slides beneath her, finding her breasts. He pinches her nipples hard again, her body jerking, and a sharp cry of pleasure spills from her lips.

The sound sends Spandex into something animalistic. He digs deeper into her pucker again and again.

“Oooh…" she mewls, her voice trembling as Doggie pinches her nipples with just enough force to make them jut between his fingers like ripe little strawberries. Still, she doesn’t say the safe word.

Despite being in a state of bliss, my cock is fully hard again. It’s the best feeling to share a girl who gets off on the same kind of rough sex that we do.

Doggie chimes in as he takes in the sight. “Is Spandex your Daddy, Hottie?' he asks, his voice deep.

“Yes,” she says.

“How about Odds?”

“Yes. Oh, yes,” she moans.

“And me?”

“Yes, so much, yes…” She’s close again. I can tell. “Can I come, Daddies?”

Spandex takes over, growling, “Beg for me. I need to hear you say please.”

“Please, Daddies."

As Spandex tightens his grip around her hips, his voice husky, he commands, "Come for us, Hottie. Come for all of us now."

She screams, raw and unrestrained, the sound so sharp it rattles the glasses in cap’s kitchen.

The goalie ruts into her with reckless abandon, his thrusts turning frantic, desperate, as he finally buries himself deep inside her tight ass, groaning through his orgasm.

Chest heaving, sweat slinking down his body, Spandex finally pulls back, his legs unsteady as he collapses onto the couch, swapping out his condom.

Ava starts to settle down, her body still trembling, ready to rest, but Spandex isn’t having it. He grunts low, his hunger far from satisfied.

"I’m not done with you, Hottie." He pats his thighs, a clear demand. "Come sit on me."

Doggie and I exchange a quick glance, a silent understanding passing between us before we move in, guiding her over, carefully helping her lower herself onto Spandex’s lap without straining her foot.

The moment she sinks down, her tight, needy heat swallowing his still-hard cock, a soft, breathy whimper escapes her, her body shuddering at the stretch. Spandex’s fingers dig into her hips, holdin g her firmly in place, keeping her exactly where he wants her.

She winds her arms around his shoulders, her lashes fluttering, a small, satisfied smile playing at her lips—completely content, completely his. "Anything for you, Daddy," she whispers.

Spandex’s grip tightens, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. "Such a sweet, obedient little thing… Now ride me,” he orders.

She grinds against him, moaning with every slow, deliberate sway of her hips. Once she finds her rhythm, she switches it up, lifting herself and bouncing on his cock instead, her movements growing hungrier, more desperate.

Spandex releases his grip on her hip, letting her take control, watching her work for it. But the second he sees her cresting that edge, he presses a finger to her clit, circling that swollen, needy nub with precise, teasing strokes.

Within seconds, she’s humping him harder, chasing that high, and I step in to brace her foot, keeping her steady as her body winds tight.

It doesn’t take long before she shatters, her juices spilling down his cock, soaking him as she moans through her release. Spandex holds her right there, riding out every last aftershock, his hands gripping her waist tight.

But the moment her body stills, he takes over.

His fingers dig into her flesh, and he starts lifting her up and down, using her like his own personal fuck toy. His hips pound upward, relentless, vibrating beneath her as he takes what he needs.

Her tits bounce spectacularly, and without hesitation, he grabs one in his mouth, biting down on her nipple just enough to make her gasp.

That’s all it takes. With a low, guttural groan, Spandex’s whole body shakes with his release. And finally, he’s spent, breathless, satisfied.

We move in, helping lift Hottie off him, her body still trembling, blissed out.

Doggie grabs his shirt, sopping up the slick mess between her thighs, before gently turning her over, his touch firmer this time, filled with intent. "I want you again, Ava."

“Have me, then.”

Grabbing a second condom, he suits up before positioning himself over her, lowering his body until they’re chest to chest, Missionary style.

This time, I step in to make sure he doesn’t pound into her ankle.

But his fingers weave into her hair, anchor ing her to him, and he gently slides into her, staring into her eyes as if we’re not in the room with them.

This isn’t the cap I know. This is something entirely different. Tender. Intimate. The way he gazes at her feels like an unspoken confession. I can’t look away, especially when he leans in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispers something I can’t make out.

“Really?” she asks, and I’m more curious to know what it is now than ever.

“Yes,” he tells her. “Come whenever you want.”

His movements are smooth and unhurried. This isn’t rutting—it’s something closer to lovemaking, and the realization shocks the hell out of me. Cap, of all people, making love? As crazy as that sounds, the way her body arches beneath him, the way her hands clutch at his back, says she feels it, too.

When her orgasm crashes over her, it’s so powerful she trembles, her cries filling the air like a symphony of pure ecstasy. And his reaction is just as intense—his head falls into her neck, his back arching with pleasure as he follows her over the edge.

I’m shocked, frozen in place by the intimacy of what I just watched. But right alongside the shock is a new feeling of blistering need, so strong it’s damn near unbearable. I’m turned on, way th e fuck on, and as cap rolls off her, I move in, drawn to her like I don’t even have a choice.

“Another turn?” I ask simply.

She looks up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips curling into a knowing, smile. “Another turn.”

Burying myself in her pussy feels even better than when she swallowed me. But there’s something different about this, something that goes beyond just fucking.

Her touch, her warmth, it’s like she’s pulling me in, tethering me to her in ways I didn’t expect. It’s not just about getting off. It’s about her. Us.

The way she moves with me, her body in sync with mine, mirroring every need, makes it clear that this isn’t just lust. It’s something deeper.

And when her walls pulse around my cock, something inside me wakes up, dragging me into my own release.

I stay there for a while, letting the moment sink in, before leaning down and kissing her—slow, tender, full of everything this night has meant.

And that’s when it hits me.

I don’t just want this.

I want her.

But , I just might not be capable of getting enough.