Page 60 of Her Puck Daddies

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.

Mymind 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.