Pucking Around Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

A puck. I sit up slowly. Turn it over in my hands. It's regulation size and weight, no different from the hundreds of pucks I've handled in my life, except for the fact that it is clearly old worn at the edges in a way that speaks to years of handling, the rubber surface smooth in places from contact, the NAHL stamp on the face so faded it's barely legible anymore. Not mine.

Harder than I got when fucking my fucking first crush or any woman. I shake my head and open a fucking p**n site. I play two and immediately hate them- the men fuck like ostrich and the women's voice is annoying. I continue searching through different ones: FFM. Busty and petite, nothing works and an image flashes, causing my chest to have a strike Remington soaking his pant from giving me blowjob. I shake my head and gulp. Spit forming at either sides of his mouth, my hand fisted in his soft hair as I push him deeper into me

The boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. He finished and was quiet for a moment. "That's the whole thing, isn't it," he said. Not a question. "Yeah," I said. "That's the whole thing." He closed the book. Set it flat on the table between us. Outside, the last of the afternoon light was going orange through the twinkly-light windows of The Frosty Mug, and Lila had put something quiet on the speakers, old and acoustic, the same kind of thing Knox played in his truck at low volume on the drive to the lake.

Twice. I turned and found the actual captain — Ryder King, arrogant and unbothered as ever, watching the crowd like he was mildly disappointed in all of it. How did they let someone this insufferable run a team? I shook my head and went back inside, where I found Sophie and Owen fully making out in the middle of the living room, oblivious to the party happening around them. “Okay, five minutes are up,” Ryder called out, not even looking up from his phone. They didn’t stop. “It’s fine, take your time,” he added, laughing.

I wasn’t even sure if he’d gotten everything settled with his frat brothers when he drove me to the airport in the morning. I tried to let those thoughts fade away while on my flight home. I put in my earbuds and decided to listen to one of the smutty werewolf audio books Hana has gotten me hooked on, Alpha Gray by CJ Primer, with Theo and Maddie as narrators. The book is HOT, and Theo’s voice… yeah, it makes for an enjoyable two-and-a-half-hour flight. I love how he changes his voice when speaking for each Alpha. Hana told me they’ve done the narration for the rest of the series, and I can’t wait to listen.

She’s a few years older than me and I like to think that us Girl Bosses will stick together. “I’ll be ten minutes, Mom.” I swing my legs out of the bed and stretch from side to side with my arms stretched over my head and lean to one side then the other. My running kit is still over the chair from the other morning only since I’ve got nasty cramping, running is the last thing I feel like doing but I will go for the fast walk. Exercise always helps me mentally and it’s so good to take my mind off Cody. I’ll put in ear pods in and stick on my latest audiobook. I’m currently listening to a psychological thriller by Daniel Hurst, one of my go2 authors.

My AirPods were blasting dark, sensual music as I read one of my dirtiest books. I couldn’t stay quiet. “Fuck…” I moaned loudly, back arching off the bed. “Oh my god, yes…” Two of my fingers slid inside me as I kept rubbing my swollen clit with my other hand. “Mmm… please… fuck me harder,” I whimpered reading out what the female lead said in the book, eyes fluttering shut. My hips were grinding against my hand desperately. “Yes… just like that… I’m such a dirty little slut…”

"What?" "What made you think that?" She pointed toward my jersey. "The jersey." I looked down, then back at her. Then down at the jersey again. "I still don't understand." The girl laughed. "That's what puck bunnies do." I frowned. "What the hell is a puck bunny?" Her eyes widened. "You don't know?" "No." She looked genuinely shocked. Like I'd just admitted I didn't know how to breathe. "A puck bunny is basically a hockey player's girlfriend."

But Kian and Jace didn’t hesitate. “You picked the wrong town fuckers,” Kian growled, slamming his fist into one wolf’s jaw with a crack that echoed, and the wolf was sent many deets away, crashing against a tree trunk that shook the tree branches. Jace spun, a deadly kick landing square into another’s ribs. “Come on then, mutts. Let’s fucking dance to your tune. But this time, I would be leading.” he chuckled. Snarls, growls, and the sound of flesh colliding with bone filled the air.

he said. Max had already disappeared inside. The truck engine was still ticking as it cooled in the cold air. The whole drive up had been three hours of Max’s ridiculous auxiliary playlist (the one I specifically told him not to make), snacks, music arguments, and long stretches of comfortable quiet where none of us felt the need to fill the space.