Page 61 of Her Puck Daddies

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.

"Unh," 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.

Then, 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."

Music 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.