The Pucking Wrong Date: A Hockey Romance (The Pucking Wrong Series Book 3)

Security led us down to the tunnel to wait for the players to come out.

“I love hockey,” Monroe said dreamily as she stared at a poster of Lincoln on the wall. Monroe and Lincoln were intense together and it made me wonder what Walker and I looked like to other people. I kind of hoped we looked similar, like we were in our own little world.

“Game day sex is the best day sex,” Blake murmured, and there was a slight pause before Monroe and I started giggling.

“What? You know it’s true. All that adrenaline. It’s the best.” She eyed me speculatively. “I bet it’s the same after a show, isn’t it?”

I blushed, thinking of that show in Dallas where I’d practically attacked Walker afterwards like a nut case.

“Yep, look at that blush. She’s thinking of hot sex right now,” joked Monroe.

“And after that game…where he went all caveman on you…” Blake made a kissing sound. “It’s going to be hot.”

Walker came out right then and made a beeline towards me, sweeping me up into his arms and burying his face in my neck like we’d been separated for days instead of a few hours.

Blake raised her eyebrows up and down. “Bow chicka wow wow,” she purred, Ari obviously having rubbed off on her.

“You were amazing!” I whispered as he continued to hold me.

“Let’s get out of here?” he said, his voice gruff, and I nodded.

He set me down and grabbed my hand, leading me down the tunnel towards the player’s exit. “See you guys later,” I called behind me because Walker hadn’t even said hi.

“Have fun!” Monroe called, and I snorted, thinking it was amazing that I’d never had any girl friends…and now I had two that seemed pretty great.

Walker was silent as we drove out of the parking lot.

“So, how was it playing in your first game for Dallas? I thought you would be more excited.”

He grabbed my hand and placed it on his hard cock. “I am excited, Olivia. It’s just all I can do not to fuck you in this truck right now. So I’m going to stay quiet until we get home…alright?”

I inhaled and nodded, my skin flushing at the growly tone he had going.

We didn’t speak and he didn’t touch me the entire ride home.

Walker unlocked the door and stepped inside the dark hallway, and I followed him.

“Get on your knees,” he suddenly said, in a silky voice.

“What?”

“Get on your fucking knees, angel.”

“Okay,” I whispered as I sank down to the floor.

“Good girl,” he said, running a hand down my cheek. “You’re going to open that perfect mouth and suck my dick until my cum is dripping down your face…and after you’ve taken the edge off…I’m going to fuck you. In my jersey. First in your pussy, and then in that perfect ass.”

I stared up at him, shock and arousal slipping through my bloodstream. My panties were drenched.

I wanted that.

I wanted all of that.

Now.

“Open up,” he growled as he pulled his dick out of his Knights sweatpants. “Wider.”

He made a pleased sound of approval when I obeyed.

I’d worn my hair up in a high pony for the game and Walker wrapped the ponytail around his hand, pulling my head back more.

‘Fuck you’re hot,’ he hummed.

He rubbed the tip of his cock along my bottom lip, spreading pre-cum across it before he slid his cock into my mouth.

His sweet musky smell had my pussy gushing, and I swallowed down the cum that was leaking steadily from his dick.

‘Good girl, sweetheart. Suck my cock.’

I moaned around his length and tried to open my throat more. I wanted to please him. The beads of his piercing slid along my tongue and I pressed on them, making him moan and surge further into my mouth until I was gagging around his cock.

‘All of it,’ he ordered as he thrust in deeper, hitting the back of my throat.

Walker caressed my jaw for a second, his other hand still holding my ponytail taut.

“Relax your throat, angel,’ he rasped, the head of his dick somehow pushing deeper.

I was pretty sure that this was the textbook definition of “deep throating” if there was one.

And I thought I was doing it pretty well.

Walker pulled out slowly and eased back in, his gaze glued to my mouth as I sucked on him eagerly.

My hands pushed up under his shirt, desperate to touch his warm skin, wanting every piece of him I could get.

‘That’s it, baby. Suck my cock. You’re gonna swallow every last drop, aren’t you, Olivia?” he growled, his hand tightening in my hair. His thrusts became rougher and harder, and without warning, his cock was pulsing, and warm cum shot into my mouth, thick bursts that I couldn’t swallow fast enough. It spilled from my lips down my chin as he continued to fuck into my mouth for a few more thrusts before finally pulling out.

He gathered up the cum that had dripped down my chin and pushed it back into my mouth. ‘I want you to have it all.” There was cum on my neck too, and he smoothed it under the collar of my jersey, caressing my breasts as he covered my chest.

His dick bobbed in front of me and my mouth watered.

He was still hard.

“I told you I just needed to take the edge off. Seeing another man touch you, angel. It makes me feral. I’m going to be spending the rest of the night fucking your every hole, until you’re so full of my cum that you can’t get rid of it. You’re going to be my good girl tonight, aren’t you baby?” he teased, playing with my breast through my jersey.

I nodded, absolutely desperate to be his good girl tonight. Once again, I wondered why it felt so good to submit to him, to do exactly what he wanted…when I hated it in every other part of my life.

“Take off everything but my jersey,” he murmured, releasing my hair and taking a step away, his blue eyes glimmering in the dark hallway.

I stood up and slipped off my leggings and panties, before reaching under the jersey and taking off my bra. Who knew the trick that every girl seemed to learn at some time or another would be so useful?

Walker palmed his cock, fisting it from root to tip while he stared at me.

“That’s going to be your last name soon, so I suggest you get used to wearing it, angel. Get used to having it on when I fuck that perfect pussy.”

A bead of arousal slid down my thigh as we stared at each other and he smirked, like he knew.

Walker stalked towards me, and for some reason I stepped back, matching every step he took until we’d made it out of the hallway and into the living room.

“Don’t take another step, sweetheart,” he rasped. “I want you to crawl the rest of the way to the couch, slip that jersey over that perfect ass so I can watch your pussy as you move.”

Holy fuck. My man had a dirty mouth…and I fucking loved it.

I found myself sinking to my knees for the second time tonight. I bent over and pulled up the jersey so my ass cheeks were bare, and then I slowly crawled my way to the couch, his gaze burning into my skin.

“I could cum just staring at you, baby. I’m not sure you’re even real. I worry sometimes that I’ll wake up and you’ll be just a figment of my darkest dreams.” His voice sounded pained.

I slid onto the couch, making sure the jersey stayed up as I spread my legs so he could see how wet I was for him.

Walker leaned against the wall across from me, stroking his dick slowly as if he was in a trance.

“Play with yourself,” he said hoarsely, and his eyes tracked my fingers as I slid them through my folds.

“How does that feel?”

“So good,” I whispered, moaning as I slid a finger into my cunt for a second before using it to spread wetness around my clit.

His hand was moving faster along his shaft, a sight that was turning me on even more.

“Taste yourself. Suck all that sweetness off,” he growled.

I obeyed, sliding my fingers in my mouth, licking off my taste like it was candy.

He lunged off the wall and stalked towards me. “Pull the jersey up. I want to see those perfect tits.”

Once again, I did as he asked, shaking as he dropped to his knees in front of me, his lips closing over one of my nipples and sucking hard as he pushed two fingers into my core. He squeezed my other breast as his teeth lightly bit down on my sensitive tip. I moaned as he forced a third finger in before he pulled them all out and trailed them down to my other hole, spreading my wet desire all around it.

His mouth moved to my other breast and he licked and sucked as he began to push two fingers into my ass. I gasped as he stretched and wet my hole, shaking from the sensations.

“Fuck, I love your tits,” he said as he went back and forth between my breasts, licking and sucking and driving me crazy.

A hungry noise rattled through him as he continued to stretch my ass. An orgasm hit me, unexpected and hard, and I cried out as my cum dripped down my pussy, further wetting my hole. Walker withdrew his fingers and I whined at the emptiness.

“I’m going to take such good care of you,” he murmured as he leaned over me.

My hips arched towards him and I gasped as his dick brushed against my asshole. “Just relax, baby,” he whispered as he massaged my clit. The head of his cock felt huge as he pressed against my opening, pushing into me inch by inch until he was halfway inside.

“Fuck,” I gasped, the words barely coming out because it felt like I was too full to breathe.

“You’re doing so good,” he praised, and I preened under his compliment, like it was my life goal for him to love taking my ass.

I cried out as he pushed in further and further, until somehow he’d worked himself all the way in, his balls seated against me.

Tears were sliding down my cheeks and he kissed each one, murmuring praises that barely filtered into my consciousness since all my focus was on the huge pole currently in my ass.

I’d thought I’d felt owned before…but this was on another level. The beads of his piercing felt like they were brushing up against my nerves and I’d never felt pleasure like this. It was so much.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he growled.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“I want it louder. I want the whole fucking world to know it. I want you to tell me you’re never going to leave me.”

“I’m not going to leave you. I’m yours,” I sobbed, more tears falling down my face because it felt like I was being transformed at that moment, remade into something I wasn’t going to recognize.

He pulled out and slammed back into me, one hand playing with my clit while the other one massaged my breasts.

“You take it up the ass so fucking good, sweetheart,” he purred. I couldn’t say anything back though, I was too lost to the sensations.

“Going to fill up that cunt next, drown you in my cum.”

I was half aware that what he was saying was a little scary…but the rest of me was unopposed to what he was proposing.

High on lust, I wanted him to own every part of me.

My hips moved against his, chasing the high that only he could give me. I could feel it building, almost there, and then it hit, euphoria pulsed up my spine as he rammed into me…his seed coating my insides. It was the last thing I felt as the edges of my vision darkened and I slipped into unconsciousness.

Fucked to death indeed.