Novel & Cerita Hockey Smut Books

"Your left quadriceps activation is at eighty-one percent. We need to run the manual mobilization protocol before you sleep." ​"Run the protocol, Sasha," Rhys promised, his dark eyes wide and filled with a victorious resolve. "I am all yours." ​I gave a single, slow nod of determination. ​I placed the silver championship medal carefully inside the secure compartment of my briefcase, locking the latch with my private code. ​We sat together in the quiet cabin, our hands locked with an intense, steady pressure as the transport plane descended toward the Seattle horizon. The corporate wars were still active on the division servers, but the hockey captain and his plus-size nutritionist were no lo

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Specifically to the pages sitting next to his keyboard – a cover page visible with what appeared to be a very muscular torso sketched in pencil. “Cole.” He reached for the pages. Too slow. “Was that a romance novel?” He slammed his laptop shut like that would somehow help. “It’s literary fiction with romantic elements.” “There was a shirtless hockey player on the cover page.” “...Research.” Sienna looked at me. I looked at Sienna. For one second – one brief, ridiculous, beautiful second – the weight of everything lifted and we were just two girls in a boy’s apartment discovering that the 6′4" redheaded goalie with the deadpan delivery was secretly writing love stories.

A loud laughter that echoed through the room left my mouth. “Damn,” I said, wiping laugh-tears off the edges of my eyes. Then it clicked. Those luxury gloves he gifted me. Exactly. Only someone of his caliber could purchase that. Damn… this shit was getting more interesting than I thought. I picked up the book on the seat and…. There it was. I wasn't wrong at all. His name, signed on the big-ass book. Grey Sthor. Confirming my earlier predictions. Nice… And the book was… “Basics of Health.” It was a medical textbook.

I screamed, throwing my head back, sinking into the pillow while my orgasm hit. A stream of juices shot out of my cunt, wetting Sven and the bed, making a mess everywhere. “See that? There's a good girl. She squirts so fucking good.” he murmured and I flushed. I loved it when he praised me and talked dirty. Doing the same in both sentences had to be some aphrodisiac. Sven withdrew for a while. I heard the sound of tearing and frowned. Was he using a condom? He had never used a condom with me, so why now? I pursed my lips, thinking about what I may have done wrong, and maybe this was another punishment.

The way he stared at me with that intense look in his eyes made my body feel hot all over and even now as I sat there alone I could not stop remembering the almost kiss energy between us that made the air feel thick and heavy like it was pulling us together even when we were fighting. I picked up my phone because I needed something to distract me and I opened the secret folder where I kept all of his old hockey videos from before I even knew him personally and I started watching one where he was skating so fast across the ice with his strong muscles working hard under his jersey and his dark hair messy from the game and his face so focused and determined that it made my stomach twist in that

High and delicately rounded they went perfectly with the tiny waist, the long, sleek thighs and the petal-pink, sweetly crinkled sex that peeped demurely yet raunchily through a bush of flossy gold-brown curls. ‘Misty - our Mystery Yuletide Pet’ the write-up announced, and as his hand slid to his prick - in homage to her beautiful, bountiful flesh - Niall couldn’t think of anything he’d like for Christmas better. He’d only bought this mag today, but he was already head-over-heels in lust with pages fifty-two through fifty-nine!

Nina chuckled. That was when I saw it. The slim volume lying open beside her glass. The cover was soft cream with gold lettering. My own book. The one I had written last year in the flush of newlywed certainty. *Goddamn it! You Are My Ideal Man.* I read it loud...... My hands moved without permission. I picked it up, holding my breath, and open the dedication page. *For my forever loyal husband.* Then the first chapter. The words I had written with such certainty blurred as fresh tears fell down my cheek….

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”

The way the camera catches things the naked eye misses. He stepped closer, leaning against the neighboring locker. "The way you and Miller look at each other... it’s not hockey, Liam. It’s something else.And very vulnerable." "I told you, it’s chemistry. I can’t be fighting with my teammate who was once my roommate," I snapped, finally looking him in the eye. "If you’re so interested in film, maybe you should spend more time studying the plays so you could be better on the rink and less time playing detective."