Pucking Around Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

“I think about the sound you make when I do this–” He did it. The thing with his hips – the slow, deliberate grind upward that hit me exactly where it needed to and I made the sound and he laughed against my skin. Not mocking. Delighted. The laugh of a man who’d found a cheat code and was never going to stop using it. “That sound.” His hands unclasping my bra. The fabric falling between us. “That’s my favourite sound in the English language and I’ve heard you say some impressive things.” “You’re impossible.”

“You think this one comes with a matching shirt? Maybe something that says ‘Daddy’s Favorite’?” I don’t give him the satisfaction of reacting, too focused on planning my next move. Because, if today has proven anything, it’s that Rook might be relentless, but so am I. Still, I let him have this round. I let him read through more of the ridiculous books, piling them higher on the table, letting the cameras catch every single title. At some point, he sets the book down and stretches. “You know what we need?” “A break from your bullshit?”

"Ohh... hmmm. I-I w- was just... I was just... I was just having a hard time understanding something that I have read from the book. I was busy pondering over it, that is why I was in a daze." Audrey tried her best not to stutter as she gave her friends an on the spot lie with a straight face. "Errr... I think you would really have a hard time understanding something if you would read a book that way." Niccoli said to Audrey as he looked at the book that she was holding. The others also looked at the book in Audrey's hand and it was only at that time did they noticed what was wrong with the book. "MEOW" [You are reading the book upside down, little lass.]

I was also aiming for him. I dodged his attack. I hit the puck, my chest heaving. And then I heard it. The voice of that hypocritical bastard. The announcer. "Ladies and gentlemen, Jax seems to not be ready to go down without a fight. We now have one mark each for each team and one last period to take on. But before that, a short ad break to showcase our sponsors."

I said, my voice a flat, lazy rasp as I walked deeper into the dining room, practically dragging Janessa along with me. I didn't take my usual seat at the far end of the table. Instead, I walked over to the two empty chairs right across from Caleb and Trevor. I reached out, grabbed the back of the heavy wooden chair, and pulled it out for Janessa. As she slid into it, her shoulders tense and her breathing coming in short, shallow hitches, I leaned down slightly. My mouth brushed against the shell of her ear, the sweet scent of her shampoo completely filling my head. "You're doing great, Little Raven," I whispered, my voice dripping with devastating smugness, loud enough to carry right across

But she was already reading it out. 2Tall2Bottom: U into anonymous gloryholes? I host (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠) I peeked through my fingers. "Why are they all talking like GTA strip club NPCs?!" She was crying with laughter. "Mate, this is normal for hookup sites. Here see, this one straight up sent, Wyd with a dick pic attached. At least he's got humor. “Let me put my dick in dat booty." She snickered at the play of words of my username.

I walked in and saw him. Riven was on the ice, alone, stick in hand, angrily shooting pucks. Most of them missed. He looked exhausted, furious, and completely broken. “Fuck!” he yelled, kicking the puck away in frustration. I stepped onto the ice, my voice soft. “Was that ‘fuck’ or ‘puck’?” Riven spun around, eyes widening when he saw me. “No pun intended,” I winked. “How do you know I would be here? What are you even doing here?”

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Neither of them looked away first. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The puck dropped.

Climbing onto the bed, I kicked the duvet aside and spread my legs wide, then grabbed my earphones and hit play on my favorite audiobook. “Hello… Daddy.” I activated the audio play. The low, velvet voice filled my ears instantly. “Mmm, Laila… you came back, baby. My naughty little slut. Close your eyes for me and spread those pretty legs wide and let your fingers slide down between your thighs. I want you to feel how wet you already are just from hearing my voice.” I obeyed without hesitation, kicking the sheets aside and parting my legs shamelessly on the bed. My fingers tremble slightly with excitement as they trail down my stomach and settle between my cherry folds.

Damn it. I called up social media and checked out the book groups I was a member of. I asked for dirty age gap recommendations in an anonymous post, and the advice came flooding in from loads of filthy romance bookworms. The list was incredible. My ears were already desperate for the audio. I typed out thank yous and added books to my playlist at lightning speed, setting one up right away. I couldn’t help myself.