Hockey Smut Books Novels & Stories

Why on earth is he turning this into a flirtatious moment right now? I cleared my throat, forcing my voice to remain steady as I looked down at my notes. "The rumors claim that players frequently leave the ice with severe, life-altering injuries." "That definitely happens," Yates said, his voice entirely calm, as if he were discussing the weather. "I see. Well, while I was doing some preliminary research for this feature piece, I managed to access your team’s public Hudl account. I watched a clip from last season where a player’s arm was completely snapped during a play," I stated, watching his reaction closely.

I couldn't believe I had just sniffed Amaris' panties, what a rush. I dropped the panties back where they were and began to check the drawer. In it, she had some lotion, fingernails, and a book. In the bottom drawer, that is where the fun begins. She had 3 dildos of various sizes, lube, a vibrator, and a p**n magazine, which caught my attention. I grabbed and opened the magazine and started to flip through it. There was a naked posting for each session, and there was a picture of a girl licking the pussy of another girl. I wonder if this turned Amaris in as much as it did to me.

“Have you been going around telling people we’re sleeping together?” His eyes shifted sideways. “Why would I do that?” “Then, why did some random girl from my class who looks like she would be the last person to care about something like this, say you have been confirming all the rumours about us, which doesn’t help the other rumours about me!” His face turned stone cold. “What rumours about you?” I scoffed. “Like you haven’t heard. I’m the hockey slut, I supposedly let all the players have their turn at me before I go running back to you. Ring a bell?”

I crashed backward into the lockers with a deafening bang, pain shooting through my spine as the metal dug in. The crowd erupted, phones started flying up, people shouting and recording. Natalie stormed in and raised her arm, clearly wanting to slap me back and I'm ready for that. "An eye for an eye, a slap for a slap." But when her hand was about to land on me, another hand caught her wrist. "Hands off, Blondie!" Asher's deep voice boomed through the chaos like a command on the ice. The star winger of the hockey team pushed through the crowd with powerful strides, his broad shoulders cutting through the sea of phones and staring faces.

“He… he didn’t want to send me to the asylum, but… but I—” He cut her off. “Because you’re a sick fuck. I still remember the headline. Though, I’ll say, that headline wasn’t even fully true, because they forgot to mention that the psychopath Emma Johnson—who tried to kill the upcoming pro hockey player’s girlfriend, Rhea Tate—wasn’t just some fling of Rhett’s. She was also his submissive. They were in a BDSM relationship. Disgusting.”

muttered Sumico excitedly. Sumico went on taking a look at Hanny’s other romance novels one by one until she reached a book – not a novel, but it got the similar size with a novel. The title was tickling, somewhat queer, strange, and scary. Sumico turned the book back to read the synopsis for a while.

They can find a hot guy at every corner, but we ordinary girls wait for a hockey player on a stick to rescue us from the boring life we live. Sincerely yours Valentina- advocate for women in search of sexy and sweet hockey players

Michael was currently biting his lower lip hard, actively trying to suppress a massive grin while he listened to my mother interrogate me. "Mom, please, we can talk about this later when I'm not busy," I pleaded desperately, wanting the floor to open up and swallow me entirely. "We will talk about it on Sunday," my mother agreed sharply, pausing for a brief, terrifying second before dropping an absolute bombshell. "But listen to me carefully, Axel. If you are going to date a hockey player who is built like a brick wall, you need to be smart about it. Make sure you use lots of lube and condoms, do you hear me?"

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From the way they laughed too loud, to the way their stupid smirks made me have butterflies, and how they knew exactly which of my buttons to push. Worst of all, I hated the fact that no matter how much I tried, I just could never ignore them and that was why I was here leaning over the balcony watching them. I found myself longing to see their cocky smirk, and still wanted them to catch me staring so they could give me that look… that they knew something… something like the embarrassing moment Cassian had caught me moaning out Damien’s name while pleasuring myself. Or the time Damien had caught me on my arched back with Cassians shorts placed on my nose just at the brink of my climax with h