LOGINI moaned around him, the vibrations making him shudder. I relaxed my throat, letting him slide deeper into my mouth. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat with every thrust, making my eyes water.
"Such a good little cocksucker," he praised, his voice rough with pleasure. The filthy words only turned me on more. I bobbed my head faster, slurping and sucking noisily as I took him to the hilt. I wanted him to use me, to fill me with his seed. I wanted to swallow every last drop. I moaned around his thick shaft, savoring the salty taste of his skin and the musky scent of his arousal. His cock stretched my lips wide, filling my mouth completely as he thrust in and out. I could feel every vein and ridge as he slid across my tongue, the hard flesh pulsing with need. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good," he groaned, his grip on my hair tightening. "I'm going to fuck your face until you can't breathe." I moaned in response, the sound muffled by his cock. I wanted him to use me, to dominate me completely. I wanted him to take what he wanted from my willing body. He started to pump faster, his hips snapping as he fucked my face with abandon. I could feel drool running down my chin as he pounded into my mouth, my lips stretched obscenely around his girth. My eyes watered as he hit the back of my throat again and again, but I didn't pull away. I wanted to please him, to make him come undone. "Take it all," he growled, his voice ragged with pleasure. "I'm going to come so hard down your slutty throat. You better swallow every drop like a good girl." I moaned again, the vibrations making his cock throb against my tongue. I could feel him swelling even bigger in my mouth, his balls drawing up tight. He was close. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep in my throat and came with a shout. His hot seed shot down my throat, filling my mouth with his tangy essence. I swallowed convulsively, trying to take it all, but some leaked out around his shaft, running down my chin. He stayed lodged in my mouth as he emptied himself, his cock twitching with every spurt. Finally, he pulled out with a wet pop, his softening member slipping from my bruised lips. I looked up at him with glassy eyes, my mouth red and puffy from the abuse. "That's a good slut," he praised, his hand cupping my cheek tenderly. He wiped away the tears and cum that had mixed on my face with his thumb. I smiled up at him, my heart fluttering at the gentle touch. "Stand up," he ordered, his voice gruff. I obeyed immediately, my legs shaky from being on my knees for so long. He spun me around and bent me over the hood of my car, the metal cold against my stomach. I felt his hands on my hips as he roughly pulled down my jeans and panties, exposing my bare ass and pussy to the cool night air. "Spread your legs," he commanded, kicking my feet apart with his own. "I'm going to punish this naughty pussy." I whimpered, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through me. I knew I should be scared, that I was at the mercy of this stranger, but I couldn't help the wetness gathering between my thighs. "Please," I begged, not even sure what I was begging for. More punishment? More pleasure? I just knew I needed something from him. "Shut up," he growled, landing a hard smack on my ass. I yelped, the sting making me clench. "You don't get to make demands." He rubbed the spot he'd hit, soothing the sting with his palm. Then I felt his fingers brushing against my pussy, feeling how wet I was. I moaned, pushing back against his hand. "You're such a dirty girl," he scolded, circling my clit with his fingers. "Getting this wet from being punished. I should fuck you right here on this car." I gasped at the thought, my pussy clenching. As much as I wanted him to fill me, I knew I couldn't. It would be too wrong, too dangerous. But God did I want him to. I wanted him to claim me, to take what he wanted from my willing body. I just had to hope he would be merciful. "Beg me for it," he demanded, rubbing my wet slit. "Beg me to fuck you right here on the side of the road." I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand. "Please," I whimpered, the word barely a whisper. "Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me." He chuckled darkly. "Not good enough," he said, his fingers dipping inside me, teasing me with shallow thrusts. "Beg me like you mean it. Tell me how badly you want my cock splitting you open, making you scream." I was panting now, my body burning with need. "Please," I begged louder, arching my back to push my ass against him. "Please fuck me. I'm so empty, I need you to fill me up. I need your big, hard cock stretching me, making me yours." "Mmm, that's more like it," he praised, removing his fingers from my pussy. I whined at the loss, but then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. "Yes," I hissed as he pushed forward, his thick length spreading me open. "Fuck yes, fill me up. Make me your slut." He grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise as he slammed into me, bottoming out in one brutal thrust. I screamed at the sudden intrusion, my pussy clenching around him. "Take it," he growled, setting a punishing pace as he fucked me hard and fast. "Take my cock like a good little fucktoy." I could only moan and whimper as he used me, my tits bouncing with every harsh thrust. The sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed through the empty parking lot, mixing with my desperate cries. "So tight," he grunted, pounding into me even harder. "Your pussy was made for my cock." "Yes!" I cried out, my orgasm building fast. "Use me, fuck me, do whatever you want with me." He leaned over me, biting at my neck as he fucked me deeper. "Come for me," he commanded. "Come on my cock like a good little slut." I couldn't hold back any longer and I came hard. Harder than I had ever come. He followed seconds later, filling me with his hot seed as he groaned his release. We stayed locked together as we both caught our breath, his softening cock still buried inside me. Then he pulled out, his cum leaking down my thighs. "I think you've learned your lesson," he said, tucking himself away and zipping up his pants. "Now get out of here before I change my mind and fuck you again." I quickly pulled up my panties and jeans, not bothering to clean up the mess between my legs. I just wanted to get away from him before he decided to give me another round of punishment. With a final dirty look, I jumped in my car and sped off, leaving him standing alone on the side of the road. My pussy ached and my thighs were sticky with our combined juices, but I couldn't help the satisfied smile on my face. I'd never been fucked like that before, so hard and so thoroughly. And I knew I'd be dreaming about it for weeks to come.The hotel suite door clicked shut at 2:17 a.m.No one spoke at first.The room was one of those upgraded team suites — king bed pushed against the wall, pull-out couch already unfolded into a second bed, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sleeping city. Bags dropped haphazardly by the door. Lights stayed off except for the soft blue glow from the TV on mute.Room reserved for just the top line.Riley stood in the middle of the room like he didn’t know where to put his hands. Still flushed from the bus. Sweats low on his hips. Hoodie unzipped. Eyes darting between the three men who’d just spent forty miles turning him inside out.Jaxon kicked off his sneakers first. Stretched like a cat, shirt riding up to show the fresh bruises Dima’s fingers had left on his hips earlier.“Kid looks like he’s about to bolt,” Jaxon said, voice lazy but eyes sharp. “You running, Riley?”Riley shook his head fast. “No. Just… processing.”Marek — still in his black hoodie, beard shadowed in the dim
The team bus hummed through the night, somewhere between Pittsburgh and Columbus. Lights dimmed low, most of the guys already passed out with hoodies pulled over faces or neck pillows strangling them. Headphones leaked tinny music. The occasional snore.Back row — the sacred territory — belonged to the top line plus one.Riley sat wedged between Dima and the window, still looking a little shell-shocked from the morning. Knees bouncing. Eyes darting. Every time the bus hit a bump his thigh pressed against Dima’s massive one, and he flinched like it burned.Jaxon sprawled across two seats opposite, legs spread wide, smirking at the rookie’s obvious nerves. Marek sat beside Jaxon, calm as ever, scrolling through scouting reports on his tablet like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t fucked Jaxon bent over a bench in front of a trembling twenty-year-old just hours ago.The bus driver called back, “Next stop in forty. Try not to destroy my vehicle, boys.”A few tired laughs from the front
The arena was dead quiet at 7:45 a.m. Sunday morning skate was optional, but the top line never skipped. Muscle memory. Discipline. Or maybe just the need to see each other’s faces after last night without the buffer of a full team.Marek was the first one to arrive. Just as always— black Under Armour hoodie up. His beard was still damp from the hotel shower. He dropped his bag by the bench and his eyes went around the empty rink. Scanning, like he was checking for landmines.Jaxon was the next one to show up. His hair was mussed. Hoodie sleeves pushed up to show the fresh ink that was curling around his forearms. Sunglasses were still on despite the dim tunnel lights. He walked with a slight hitch— subtle. But Marek still noticed it.Of course he did.“Morning cap.” Jaxon said to him. His voice was deliberately casual. Too casual. As he sat down beside Marek.Marek grunted. He didn’t even look at him yet. He just started tapping his stick.Dima lumbered in last. A full minute late— u
The buzzer cracked through the arena like a fired gun.Overtime. Game winner. Final score: 3–2.The crowd was still losing its mind as the last three skaters drifted off the ice together—Captain, Sniper, Enforcer. Always in that order. Always locked into the same rhythm that never broke.The rest of the team rushed ahead, voices loud, gloves flying, victory already turning into beers, interviews, and plans for the night. Within half a minute, the locker room was thinning out fast. Saturday routine.They didn’t join it.By the time that the heavy doors were closed shut behind them, the steam was already turning the air to fog. It was just the three of them now. The room was smelling like pads that was soaked with sweat. Muscle rub. And something that was heavier. Something that had been building since the season started.Jaxon rested back on his stall. His dark tattoos glowed on his wet skin. The water was dripping from his hair like he worked lazily at his skates laces. His lips were
Rhea’s povI walked back to the table with a smile already in place.Perfect. Easy. Practiced.My hands were steady. My shoulders relaxed. No one would ever guess what they had just done, what I had just done, what still hummed under my skin like a secret song.I turned the corner. My eye caught the table and there was no Marcus or Elliot either.They had probably stepped out too. I let out a long breathe. At least this was going to make walking easier.I reached the table.Elliot’s empty chair made my heart feel heavier. The realization of what I just did pressing down on me.For half a second, my movements slowed.I glanced at the seat, then around the table, keeping my face calm. Plates were still there. Glasses half-full. Nothing looked disturbed. Like no time had passed at all.I pulled out my chair to seat again. And just then—“Hey,” Marcus said, sliding into his chair right on cue. “Sorry. Took longer than I thought.”I looked at him.He smiled easily. Too easily.“Did I reall
Our lips met slow, deliberate, like we were testing the waters. Hers were soft, full, tasting faintly of the wine she'd been drinking—tart and sweet. I pressed in harder, my mouth opening against hers, and she responded right away, her tongue slipping past my lips, exploring with a confidence that made my pulse race. The kiss deepened fast, hungry, our breaths mingling hot and quick. Her hands slid up my back, fingers digging into my shoulders, holding me there.I pushed her back gently, guiding her toward the counter. She went willingly, her body yielding under my touch. The edge of the sink bumped against her hips, and she hopped up a little, sitting on the cool marble with her legs parting slightly. I stood between them, my hands on her thighs, sliding up under her skirt. The fabric was smooth, silky, and I bunched it higher, exposing more of her skin—pale and warm under my palms.She broke the kiss for a second, her eyes locked on mine, dark with want. 'Ivy...' she murmured, her v
“You’re mine, little bunny. Say it until you believe it,” he ordered, his voice rough, breathless, his forehead pressing to the back of my neck as he pushed himself harder against me, his pace unrelenting.“I’m yours… I’m yours!” I screamed, the words spilling over and over, broken between moans a
The next morning, I sat stiffly at the dining table, the edge of my chair pressing into the back of my legs. My hands clutched my coffee cup like it was the only thing keeping me steady. The steam had already faded, leaving the drink lukewarm, but I still held it close, raising it to my lips now
His fingers tugged gently, but the sound of the knot loosening thundered in my ears like a gunshot. The coat fell open with a soft rustle, slipping from my shoulders and pooling at my feet.He pulled back just enough to look down at me. His eyes darkened instantly, his chest rising sharply as he su
My entire body flushed with heat at his words. My lips parted, but I hesitated, embarrassment warring with the ache that consumed me. My heart pounded so loud I thought he could hear it.But his lips pressed a lingering kiss just above my core, and the teasing made me shudder so hard that the word







