Page 121 of Pucking the Team

A bird screeched outside, it sounded like a parrot, and a gentle breeze flickered the drapes. None of it seemed real; only Eduardo was real for me in this moment. All of my other thoughts were scattered.

“Ma choue,ride me.” He didn’t give me a chance to answer and just rolled to his back, pulling me with him within his embrace.

My legs folded at his sides, and I sat upright.

This new position hit different hot spots inside of me, his big cock so thick and solid.

With a groan, I arched my spine, locked my fingers at the crown of my head, and jutted out my breasts.

His cock throbbed, and I knew he was damn near coming.

“Fuck me,” he gasped and clamped his hands over my breasts. “And come, fuck…oui,come now.”

I didn’t need telling twice and I rocked my hips, gyrating my clit on his hard body. He was so beautiful beneath me, slick with sweat and every fine muscle taut.

“Yes. Yes.” I grabbed the spark of my climax and fanned the flames. Each time I rocked on him I grew closer. And then I could contain it no longer. My body was an arrow about to be fired. I held my breath, closed my eyes, and let the climax ravage me.

I stayed upright, shoulders back, and rode through the bliss.

He was coming, too, and he cried out in French, holding my hips in a pincer grip and keeping me just where he wanted me.

My pussy was weeping around him, my clit throbbing with stimulation.

His chest puffed up and he dragged in air. The tendons on his neck were flush with tension.

“That’s it,” he gasped. “Oh,oui,that is it.”

“It was good for you?” I slowed, stopped, and raised an eyebrow at him.

“You have to ask?” He ran his left hand up to my breast and tweaked my nipple. “I should think every animal in the park can sense my primal satisfaction.”

I giggled. “It was good for me.”

“Worth the wait?”

I tipped forward, my breasts flattening on his chest. “It was definitely worth the wait.” I kissed him, my charmingFrenchman who dominated on the ice and seduced in the bedroom.

Not in my wildest dreams could I have conjured a man like Eduardo. Yet here he was, in the flesh. Thoroughly real and his cock hardening again in my pussy.

Eduardo and I didn’t leave the hotel room. We had lobster, steaks, and key lime pie delivered. We ate on the balcony, keeping watch for the silhouettes of the giraffe strolling in the distance. We spotted them twice, much to my delight.

“Want to shower with me?” Eduardo asked after closing the balcony door to shut out the night and any bugs that might try and bunk with us.

“I could be persuaded.”

“Good, because you won’t regret it.”

“Are you this confident with all of your women?” I scraped my hair onto the top of my head and secured it with a scrunchie.

“All of my women?” He frowned.

“Yes, it seems you are the Casanova of the team…perhaps the Casanova of the hockey world.”

He laughed, but there was an edge in his eyes as he drew me near. “Do not believe everything you read.”

“I haven’t read anything, I’m just saying what I see.”

“Casanova.” He nodded slowly and studied me. “An Italian who was a great lover.” He paused. “And also a scam artist and alchemist and spy who—”