Pucking Novels & Stories

“I’ll handle it.” The same answer. The same controlled voice. I looked at him for a long moment. “You always say that.” He didn’t respond. The silence between us stretched. I could still see the game in him—the discipline, the control, the instinct to shut down anything he couldn’t immediately solve. He’d stopped pucks tonight that would have gone past anyone else. But this wasn’t a puck. It wasn’t a bad headline he could bury before morning. It was me. And for the first time, I wasn’t sure he understood that.

growled Pierre Zhaopardy going on shaking and pumping his body on his lover’s body without wanting to separate both their bodies. “Arrgghhkk, Pierre Darling… Here it comes… Here it comes, Pierre Darling…” Rendy Pluto closed his eyes firmly with his whole body straining greatly violently. He tried to absorb every dot of the enjoyment vibration sweeping and flinging his body to the shore of his climax.

I take a deep breath as I eye my target. Everything is resting on what happens next. One wrong move and it’s all over for me but I’m not about to let that happen. I’ve come too far to lose now. I watch as the puck glides quickly in my direction and with a quick flick of my wrist, I hit the mallet at the puck sending it across the table where it shoots right into the gap at the end of the table. I throw my arms up in victory and dance around.

"That was fоr Rоѕе, lіttlе gіrl. You mаkе me іll. If you ореn уоur bаll washer аgаіn, I wіll gladly brеаk your оthеr thumb, bіtсh. Yоu are nоt family Puke. Assault, Rоbbеrу, Weapons 1ѕt., рluѕ аttеmрtеd kіdnарріng wіll gеt you a mіnіmum 25 tо lіfе in Attіса. I'm ѕurе a рrеttу whіtе boy lіkе you will ѕооn bе ѕоmеbоdу'ѕ whоrе bitch tо bе passed аrоund. Clеаn up уоur mеѕѕ bitch then gо оutѕіdе аnd wait bу thе саr." I mаdе Pukе сlеаn his mess wіth рареr towels аnd Lysol. When hе wаѕ dоnе, instead of wаіtіng, hе drove аwау burnіng rubbеr and lеаvіng his fіаnсé ѕtrаndеd. "Sо muсh fоr truе love, Clаrеttе, thе рunk grаbbеd all оf уоur rіngѕ оff thе tаblе before hе lеft."

"Mmmmhh!" Kiana tried to move her hips to meet his thrusts, but he was too strong - her rocking p*ssy was pinned to the bed every time he plowed into her. But the sensation was too much for Kiana - the loud smucking and sucking slurping from her p*ssy, the sounds of his magnificent c*ck stunting its competitor's chances as their c*m oozed hotly and uselessly down her p*ssy lips, made her moan like nothing before.

she blows him a kiss with her palm. He turns around, pretending to catch it as he smacks his cheek with the palm of his own hand. "Got it, you be good." He doesn't say it back to her, but I know it's going to take time, and she doesn't mind, because immediately she starts jabbering to Tux.

He approached cautiously, his heart pounding with anticipation. The object was a sphere, about the size of his head, made of a smooth, dark material that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. It pulsed with a faint inner glow, matching the rhythm of the symbols. As he drew closer, he could feel a strange energy emanating from it, a powerful force that seemed to draw him in.

Typical. I chase the puck, cutting through two defenders, the air biting my face as I sprint down the rink. Liam’s open, waiting, and I pass across—clean, perfect. He shoots. The puck ricochets off the goalie’s pad. Almost. Then it happens. Their defenseman—number 27, the same bastard who clipped me last game—slides into Liam’s legs when the puck’s long gone. It’s deliberate, dirty, and everyone sees it. Liam hits the ice hard, his helmet smacking the surface with a sound that makes my stomach twist.

Lanvin's POV The referee stood in the middle, holding the puck. I bent my knees, gripping my stick tightly. Dorian stood opposite me, eyes sharp, focused. The sound in the stadium faded. I could only hear my breathing. The referee bent down and dropped the puck after bouncing it up. Dorian moved fast like lightning and he scooped the puck before I could touch it and spun around, heading straight for our net. My heart jumped. "Block him!" I yelled.

Definitely a Puck because I wouldn’t put it past the man to get on his knees and beg. Chapter 1.22 Batting A Thousand, Kisses Nico