Page 53 of Off-Ice Misconduct (Daddies of the League #8)

Luke and I still have office hours, but there’s no studying to speak of, unless you count how closely he studies my ass.

“Get your ass in here, McKinnon. You’re late,” he says, pushing the door shut with his meaty paw from over my head.

A smooth smile spreads on my face as I reach for his low back, pulling myself toward him like he’s a stone pillar and can’t be moved.

I’m not late, not if we’re going by the time he told me to be here.

I’m late according to his internal clock, the one screaming at him to find me and claim me all his. Again. Again and again and again.

Luke’s mouth devours me, and my hands climb up his sweaty torso—he’s been in the gym again. He swings one of my legs around him and I cling to his ass with my heel. My hips undulate all on their own—I swear—brushing my cock with his. “Please, Daddy. I need you. Need your cock.”

“You will not be a spoiled princess,” he mutters, but it’s more for self-preservation. I am a spoiled princess, and I fucking know it. He leads me to his desk. “Turn around.”

He yanks my pants and boxers down enough to expose my round ass, unable to resist smacking it a couple of times. It jiggles across the top, while the hard muscle underneath stays firm.

“Hmmm, what do we have here?” he says as his fingers slide into my crease.

A plug. It’s a plug. I didn’t want to wait for him to work me open. I wanted a fast and dirty fuck.

His fingers curl under the rim, sending tingles around my ass and to my nuts.

It pops free, but he doesn’t take it all the way out.

He twists it, buries it again, hitting my prostate, and slowly slides it out on repeat.

I slap the desk, panting. I’m already at my limit.

I’ve had this thing in me since after our in-the-gym conditioning session.

Big mistake. Luke thinks he wants me with the intensity of a thousand suns?

You don’t know horny until you’ve had a giant plug up your ass for two hours.

“I’m gonna come if you do that, Daddy.”

“But that would be against the rules, princess.”

“Not if you give me permission.” I turn my head to waggle my brows. He slaps my ass. Yeah, okay. Saw that one coming. And—also for that little display of sass—Luke takes an extra-long time, teasing me to death.

“Look at that greedy little hole, sucking up that plug.”

“It’s super greedy, Daddy,” I say with no fucking shame. “It wants your cock instead. Please.”

There’s a snarl, and he pops the thing outta me, dropping it on the desk. He lines up the head of his cock with my ass and pauses. “I missed you.”

“You saw me yesterday.”

“I know. It’s becoming a problem.” He teases my hole with gentle pressure, only sinking the tip in. My ass immediately clings, trying to draw him in. Luke won’t budge. My body shivers. “Where are we gonna live, baby?”

That’s when he chooses to go full hilt, sheathing his cock in my ass.

I moan—I’ve been waiting for this—but what the fuck with that question? Was it a question? Yes, but it was laced with a foregone conclusion. We’re moving in together, it’s just a matter of where.

Luke cuts his last threads of restraint. His fingers dig into my hips like he’s trying to mold me into something new—something that’ll never belong to anyone else. I brace on the desk as he pistons into me, and every thrust sends my sanity scattering like dandelion wisps.

“Look at you,” he growls. “Taking me so well. You were made for my cock, princess.”

There’s no fucking blood going to my brain right now. My spine’s just a live wire and my body a writhing mass of need.

He drags his teeth along my shoulder, slow, and sinks them in hard enough to leave a mark. I feel the shape of his jaw burned into my skin, and it grounds me. Or maybe it ruins me. Either way, I whine like I’m being broken in.

“You like that?” he asks, lips brushing the spot he just marked.

“Yeah, Daddy. More. Please. ”

He doesn’t answer—he just hauls me back against his chest and shoves in deeper, like he’s trying to fuse us together.

One arm wraps tight across my chest, the other finds my throat.

He doesn’t squeeze—not yet. Just rests his hand there, fingers splayed over my pulse, like he owns the beat of my heart.

“You know you’re mine, right?” he rasps. “Not just your body. Not just your pretty little ass. All of you.”

I whimper. “Yeah … yeah, yes, Daddy.”

“That’s right,” he says, dragging his mouth down the side of my neck. “You’re marked now. Inside … outside. You’ll feel me when you walk.”

He ruts into me with punishing rhythm, chasing something brutal. Final.

I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood. “Please—don’t stop. Wreck me.”

His hand tightens, just a little, a warning and a promise.

“I’m gonna break you open,” he murmurs, low and rough. “Then I’m gonna fill you up. And when you’re leaking down your thighs, I’ll make you beg for more.”

“Yes. I wanna be so full of you, Daddy.

“God. You’re so fucking tight around me, so eager.”

I whimper again, this time trying to say something. What, I’m not sure. I’m too high and wrecked to form real words. Doesn’t matter. Somehow, he understands, fucking into me, slow and cruel, dragging more nonsense out of me. I get louder as he licks up my spine, and he covers my mouth to muffle me.

“I love your sounds, baby, but there are people.” I moan quietly, in a breathless way, and he releases my mouth. “Good boy.”

His teeth find my shoulder again, and he bites . Hard. It’s not a gentle nip—something closer to animal instinct. My breath catches, body tightening with the burst of sharp pain, but then it sags as my brain shuts off.

His. His. I’m so his.

I moan something into the desk—I don’t even know at this point—it’s half-prayer, half-fucking-filth. His fingers thread through my hair, yanking my head back. I can’t see him, but I’m sure he can see me.

“You look so pretty like this, princess,” he murmurs. “Red-cheeked, mouth open, barely able to catch your breath. Totally fucking ruined.”

He fucks harder, and I brace against the desk, feeling more like a rag doll than a person. He fucks me so hard and for so long, I don’t remember anything else. There’s just Luke.

“Luke, Luke, Luke,” I chant.

“You can come, princess. Let’s see you come for Daddy,” he says in a dark voice.

Then there’s a fucking hand, one of the callused destroyed ones. One of the hands strong enough to punch a heavy bag for hours and live, around my poor, weeping cock.

He doesn’t move his hand either, just holds my cock as he thrusts. It pulses, and my body trembles as I come. And I can’t stop. It’s a long fountain pour of cum over his hand.

Luke doesn’t stop, he lets go of my dick, pinning me flat with his weight to the desk, still moving inside me.

Deep, deep, deeper, as if he’s trying to hollow out a place for him to live inside my body and never leave.

He thrusts like a battering ram. My ass takes the best beating.

The sharp slap of skin on skin vibrates all the way into my chest.

“Please, fill me, Daddy. I wanna drip with you.”

He snarls, spilling hot cum into me, panting in a restrained way.

I don’t get a second to recover. He lifts me again—fuck I love how he can manhandle me—so my back is against his chest. I feel so damn filthy with him leaking down my thighs as promised.

He’s still inside of me. A hand comes up and under my jaw, spinning my head toward his, capturing my lips.

“Mine,” he whispers. “You’re so fucking mine.”

The air’s thick with our sweat, simmering around us. I melt into him, happy never to move again. He wanted to know where we should live. I live here now.

His lips find my neck, sucking as if he can’t get enough of the taste of me. “I mean it, Ace. Let’s figure out our future. I don’t wanna be where you’re not.”

“I’m gonna sign with someone,” I tell him. “You really wanna move around with me and a hockey team?”

“I do.”

It dawns on me that I have no fucking clue what his real job is. That there’s a lot I still don’t know about him. But there’s one thing I know with all the certainty in the world—we belong together. We’ll figure the rest out.

“I don’t wanna be where you’re not either, Daddy.” I take a breath. “I love you. You know that, right?”

He smiles against my neck, and I wish I could see it. Luke smiles are rare.

“I know, baby. Daddy loves you, too, and he’s keeping you forever.” He slaps the desk. “Turn around. Up.”

My wet ass slides onto the desk, he spreads my legs, planting the soles of my feet on the wood so I’m open for him. His fingers glide through the cum he painted there.

“What did I say I was gonna do to you when you were leaking me all down your thighs?” he says in a voice made of pure gravel, darkness gleaming in his eyes.

“You said you’d make me beg for more,” I breathe. The stamina of this man. His hand finds my cock. I thought it was dead, but it responds to him, because he owns that too.

“This time, you don’t get my cock till you’re crying.” His mouth leans toward my ear. “Start begging, princess.”