Page 62 of Her Puck Daddies

“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.

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

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?”

Shenods 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.

Outof 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—howbaddo you want me?"

Ashe 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.