The Hockey Bully’s Fuck Toy Pt 5

Chapter 5 

Zack turned the key, and the engine roared to life with a deafening sound that made me jump in my seat, my heart leaping into my throat.

"Sorry," he said, glancing over at me with a surprisingly sweet smile. "She's a bit loud."

I nodded mutely, too scared to make conversation with him, so I turned my attention to the window. The city lights blurred past us as we drove, streaks of gold and white against the darkness. The music pounded through the speakers, loud and bass-heavy, but I surprisingly liked it.

When we pulled up to his house, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A massive mansion sprawled before us, all classic old-money architecture with tall white columns, perfectly manicured hedges, and warm lighting that made it glow like something out of a magazine. 

The driveway alone was longer than my entire dorm building. Intricate iron gates, a fountain in the center, marble steps leading to double doors, everything screamed wealth and privilege.

Zack was leaning casually against the counter. His muscular frame was impossible to ignore, his broad shoulders straining against the sleeves of his tight black t-shirt. But it was the bulge in his sweatpants that caught my attention, a noticeable tent that left little to the imagination. My cheeks flushed, and I quickly looked away, my heart pounding in my chest.

“I can’t believe you live here alone,” I finally managed to say, my voice trembling slightly as I glanced back at him. “Oh, what of Ruby?” I added, my tone hesitant. Zack’s jaw tightened, his golden hair catching the light as he pushed himself off the counter. 

He took a step closer, his hands resting on the edge of the island, caging me in. The scent of his cologne was a mix of sandalwood and something unmistakably masculine. It enveloped me, and I felt my breath hitch.

“She cheated on me, Soph. We’re over,” he growled, his voice low and rough. His sharp jawline seemed to harden further, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. My heart raced, my mind struggling to process his words. 

I had always admired Ruby, the way she seemed so confident and put-together. But now, standing here with Zack, I felt a strange mix of sympathy and curiosity.

“But you cheat on her, don’t you? Why are you mad?” I challenged, my voice steady despite the turmoil in my chest. Zack’s lips twisted into a dangerous smile, his laughter low and mocking. “Really, pet? Who told you that? The fucking golden retriever that begs you for pussy? What’s his name? Edward?” he teased, his fingers brushing against my arm, sending shivers down my spine.

My face flushed, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I—He, his name is Ethan, Zack, and he’s not begging for… for pussy,” I stammered, my head bowing in shame. I could feel his gaze on me, intense and probing, as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear.

“Does he eat your pussy, pet? Does he make you cum?” he whispered, his voice a dirty promise that made my knees weak. My pussy clenched at his words, my nipples hardening beneath my t-shirt. I forced myself to meet his gaze, our lips brushing as I spoke.

“I’m a virgin, and Ethan… we haven’t gotten that far,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. Zack’s eyes darkened with desire, his pupils dilating as he took in my words. 

I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he stepped back, his absence leaving me aching for more.

“Fuck, Soph, I can’t. You need a nice guy, not a man like me. I want you so fucking bad,” he rasped, his hand reaching out to grasp my waist, pulling me closer. 

I could feel the heat radiating from his body, his cock pressing insistently against my thigh. My panties were already soaked, my body throbbing with need.

“But—I want you,” I muttered, my voice barely audible. His gaze burned into me, his sharp features etched with hunger. “Take me,” I whispered, my hands reaching up to clutch his neck, my body trembling with anticipation.

Zack growled, his lips brushing against my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “I’m not gonna be gentle, Soph. If you’re going to be my pet, you’ll take it till I’m done with you, till I’m satisfied,” he warned, his hands gripping my thighs as he lifted me onto the countertop. 

My gasp was swallowed by his mouth, his kiss soft yet demanding, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that left me breathless.

His cock pressed firmly against my center, and I moaned into his mouth, my pussy weeping with anticipation. “Fuck, pet, your ass is so fucking fat. I know you’ve been hiding it under those big skirts,” he groaned, his hands squeezing my ass possessively. His tongue invaded my mouth, his kisses frantic and desperate, as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

I wrapped my legs around him, grinding against his hardness, my body aching for more. His hands tore my t-shirt off, baring my breasts to his gaze. “Fuck, you’re gonna be one nice toy,” he grunted, his fingers tweaking my nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

“Make—make me cum, Zack, please,” I panted, my body arching into his touch. His eyes darkened further. “I want to finger that tight virgin pussy toy. Will you let me make you cum with my fingers?” he asked, his voice rough with need.

“Yes, please, Zack. Do anything you want. I’m yours,” I whimpered. He spun me around, pressing me against the cool countertop, his fingers plunging into my dripping pussy without hesitation.

“Fuck, Soph, you’re already this wet with a kiss? You’re gonna be so fun,” he growled, his grunts filling my ear as he finger-fucked me with relentless precision. My head fell back, my hand instinctively reaching down to knead my breast.

“So damn wet and so fucking tight,” he praised, his fingers driving into me with a rhythm that had me moaning and squirming against him. The wet, sloppy sounds of his fingers moving in and out of my pussy fueled his hunger, his free hand squeezing my breast, his thumb strumming my clit with just the right amount of pressure.

“Z-Zack, God, it’s so good, better than I imagined,” I gasped, my body trembling on the edge of release. His lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear.

“Fuck you’ve been imagining me doing this to you, huh, toy? Making you scream and cum?” he taunted, his fingers fucking me harder, his grip unrelenting.

“Yes, yes,” I cried, my body arching as he dropped to his knees, his hot mouth replacing his fingers. His tongue lapped at my swollen clit, as he devoured me with a hunger that left me screaming his name.

My screams filled the room as he buried his face in my pussy, his mouth relentless, his tongue fucking me deep in my center. My body convulsed around him, my virgin cunt clenching as he drank my cum, his growls vibrating through me, his mouth buried deep within me. 

“Fuck you’re so perfect, soph”, he rasped, his voice hoarse as he stood, his cock straining against his sweatpants. “But I want more.”