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H oly shit. This woman. She asked if I was going to wreck her, but she’s wrecked me.

I feel like I’m about to come in my pants like a schoolboy just from the sight of her alone.

Squeezing these perfect tits? God, I’m going to have fun fucking those.

My mind spins. Not from the bourbon, but from the boldness, the audacity of her unwavering confidence.

I’m used to women coming up to me and handing me room keys on the road.

But after that, it’s just muscle memory, nothing more than a release, an activity, like running drills at practice or lifting weights at the gym.

Something necessary to keep my mind and body in shape.

But tonight? She is making me think things…

feel things I should not. Dammit, Vladi. Focus on the task at hand.

She is dripping through her red lace panties, her scent intoxicating, evoking memories of vanilla and the sweet Russian cherries I had as a boy, and igniting a hunger desperate to taste every inch of her.

I remove her panties and tuck them in my pocket for later.

I need her exposed and open for me. I throw her legs over my shoulders as I devour her.

I’m hit with a sweet and salty taste perfectly mirroring her attitude, and the realization she was right…

she’s not quiet. My pulse thrums, heat crawling up my neck at the sound.

I’ve had thousands of fans screaming my name, but this woman is louder than all of them combined.

And my name on her lips is driving me mad.

I dip my tongue inside her, her body shuddering against me, craving more.

She bows off the bed, her strength adding to my arousal. “Holy shit, Vladi. God, that feels amazing.”

“You like this? You like my tongue on you? You taste like sin, lisichka , and that’s exactly what I’m here for. Now settle, I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

She screams, digging her hands in my hair and tugging every strand as she presses me against her. I finally reach her clit and begin my assault, her voice growing hoarse with pleasure. She’s writhing against me. So eager. So willing. So perfect.

She gasps between breaths as my tongue flicks against her swollen bundle of nerves. She’s about to come undone, and I need her release more than I need my next breath. She pushes my head away from her. “Listen…you’re amazing, but I need you to know something.”

I narrow my brows, no idea what she is about to say. “What is so important you have to tell me right this minute?” I grumble, pulling against her hold.

Her hands are firm on either side of my face, her gaze daring me not to look away. “No. It’s just…Listen, I squirt. A lot. I just didn’t want you to be caught off guard. You can finish me off with your fingers.”

My cock twitches, the strain in my pants nearly unbearable at her admission. The fucking boldness of this woman . Not the least bit shy. The wolf deep inside is feral for this woman laid before me, and goddammit, she just keeps getting better .

I grab her wrists and force them down on the bed next to her legs. “You don’t get to decide that, lisichka . You are going to come on my face, and I’m going to lick up every last drop, understood?”

Her lips part slightly, her eyes gazing so deeply into mine, I swear to God she can somehow see my dark, twisted soul. She slowly nods and lies back down, her fingers curling into the sheets. I smirk. I finally figured out how to shut her loud mouth up.

“Good. Now, come on my face like the fucking slut I know you are.”

She releases a loud moan, her hips chasing my tongue.

Fuck, I knew she was perfect. I lick and suck on her clit, feeling her writhing up against me once more.

She’s about to explode, and I’m dying waiting for it.

I feel her muscles clench as she is left without sound, her body convulsing as her sweet release drips down my chin.

Fuck me. She’s still shaking, the vibrations reverberating through me.

I feel the pulse beating in her clit with my tongue, gently teasing before I pull back, licking her sweetness off my lips.

The corners of her mouth tip up as she slides her stare from the ceiling to me.

“Holy shit. God, I know I had a lot of bourbon, but…that? You?” she sighs, trying to catch her breath, “…you seem too good to be true. No one’s ever let me fucking squirt on their face before. God damn , I want to do that again.”

I shake my head, a slow smirk tugging at my lips. “I take pucks to the face at over ninety miles an hour. You think I’m scared of getting wet?”

She laughs, the sound wrapping around my chest with a tightness I’ve never felt before. W hat the hell is this ?

“I also didn’t think about the fact that a goalie would be so damn good on his knees,” she pants, a salacious smirk twisting her lips.

“While it was hot as hell having you eat me out with your tux on, I think you’re wearing far too many clothes.

Besides, I haven’t gotten to show you how good I am on my knees. Take your clothes off, Vladi. Strip.”

She sits up on the bed, leaning on her elbows and undressing me with her eyes.

She looks like she’s going to come again as I unbutton my shirt and throw it on the pile with the torn pieces of her dress.

I let my pants fall to the floor as I kick my shoes off, sending them flying God knows where in this dark bedroom with only the light of the moon coming through the windows.

Her curves look delicious tinted silver from the moon.

“Slide those boxer briefs down for me, goalie boy. Let me see what I’ve been dreaming about all night. If I had the upper body strength you do, I would be ripping them off like you did my dress.”

I take a step back, a wicked thought crossing my mind. “You know, I wanted to peel that dress off you with my teeth. You may not have my arm strength,” I say, running my thumb under the waistband, “but I know that mouth of yours can peel these boxers down.”

She raises her brows, loving the challenge I’ve thrown her.

She slides down the bed, landing on her knees before me, and places kisses all along the edge of my boxers.

She clasps her hands behind her back and grabs onto the waistband with her teeth, pulling them down and releasing my cock that needed to be freed hours ago.

She pulls them down all the way to the floor, her body bent in half at my feet, and holy hell… this woman.

“Fuck. I knew you were working with some power down there, but damn do you have quite the goalie stick between your pipes. That’s gonna hurt so fucking good.”

I let out an evil laugh, my pulse racing as my mind spins. Why the hell am I laughing? No one makes me laugh.

“Why don’t you put this cock in your mouth and stop talking about it. The only time I’ve gotten you to be quiet tonight was when I let you come all over my face. I want the chance to admire you in peace.”

She grabs my ass, and I hiss as she digs her nails into my cheeks. “Be nice, Wolfie. I’ve been wanting to choke on this damn cock since my hand brushed against it in the car. Don’t make me change my mind.”

My cock twitches as she laughs at the power she has over me.

And fuck does she have a hold on me. This is supposed to be a quick hook-up, nothing more.

I shake the cobwebs from my brain. This is only sex.

That’s it. Focus. She sticks out her tongue, licking every damn inch of my rock-hard cock.

Then, in a glorious move destined to live in my mind forever, she fucking spits on it.

Goddammit . She finally takes my cock in her mouth, and I pull her hair back into a ponytail, gripping it tight as those red lips take my cock in one inch at a time.

I groan, my head falling back. What is this woman doing to me ?

As I look down, fighting for what little restraint I have left, her gaze meets mine.

Those stormy hazel eyes spark. her lashes bat as she takes my cock.

I grab her hair tighter, forcing her head back. I need more.

“Can I fuck your mouth, Maggie? Can I fuck it hard?” The moan she lets out around my dick is the only acknowledgment I need. “Tap my leg if it’s too much, yes?”

She nods as best she can with my cock in her mouth.

I start off gently, testing the waters and enjoying the heat of her tongue against my length.

I must be dreaming. Her mouth feels amazing.

Her heat. The wet sounds as I slide in and out.

I need more. I pick up the pace, the back of her throat teasing the sensitive head of my dick.

“You are a goddamn filthy whore for me aren’t you?

” Her gag reflex kicks in, and I halt, worried I went too far.

Tears stream down her face, her eye makeup running down her cheeks.

Dammit if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life.

“You okay?” I ask. The only response I’m met with is her damn fingernails digging into my ass again, forcing my cock deeper as I flinch away.

“ Fuck ,” I wince. “Got it. Keep going.”

I continue to slide into her gorgeous mouth as she gags on my cock, my strokes getting harder and deeper every time.

“I’m going to come,” I rasp, barely able to breathe. “I’m going to come. Right. Down. Your. Tight. Throat.” I growl as she grabs my balls, and I explode inside her mouth. I pull back and watch her swallow every bit of my cum. Geezus, this woman.

“Damn. That was hot as shit, Vladi. Except…”

I scoff a little harsher than intended as I tilt my head. “Something wrong?”

“Oh no. My cunt is just aching for that cock and she’s a little sad she has to wait for you to recover.”

I let out a villainous laugh. “Up. On the bed. Now,” I command, but she remains on her knees, hands planted on her perfectly curved hips, defiance sitting on the tip of her tongue.

Now I’m the impatient one. “No time for games,” I spit out, leaning down to pick her up and toss her on the bed.

She lands with a jolt, her mouth parting, her wide eyes filled with shock and something dangerously close to awe.

“I only need five minutes. So, I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, then fuck you with this cock you’re so desperate for.”

“Holy shit…seriously?”

“You’re about to find out.” I lean down to kiss those perfect lips as she opens her mouth to let me in, the remnants of both of our releases lingering on our tongues.

It’s absolute perfection. Her hands glide up my back, tracing the tight muscles along my spine until her fingers finally reach my hair, pulling me in deeper to the kiss.

Why is my chest so damn tight? Why are my thoughts unraveling around her?

God, I need to stick to vodka—this bourbon is messing with my head.

I take in a deep breath, but it’s not helping.

My pulse hammers in my chest. What the hell is happening?

Something is wrong. Or is it right? Fuck.

This is just supposed to be a physical release.

But this damn woman is doing something to me.

Yebat.