Page 141 of Breakneck Hockey


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Then he slaps my face.

“Alright, fuck the daylights out of me, babe.” He laughs, even though my face has morphed into murder, but I only have myself to blame.

And he’ll only have himself to blame for what I’m about to do to him.

“Oh, shit,” he says.

At least he’s figured it out.

I position my bare cock at his open hole, trying to remember when the last time I did this with anyone was. It was a long time ago when I was a young idiot. This is my first time with someone special.

I never imagined Alderchuck would be someone special, but he is.

I sink my dick home in his silky channel in one long shove. We groan relief at the same time, and I stare down at him while I’m joined with his ass. We’re tender for about two seconds, but then the possessive beast inside me takes over and all I wanna do is pound him. Claim him.

My hips pull back and slam forward, hitting deep inside him. It’s not deep enough, so I try again. Nope, still not enough. I’m relentless, pulling cries from him with mighty hefts of my pelvis.

“Your ass is gonna remember who owns it, Alderchuck, every time your blades hit the ice.”

Fuck, he feels so good, his slippery channel squeezing my cock. It takes all my restraint to hold back. I don’t want this over quickly, but he’s making it hard. My dick already finds Alderchuck the most arousing thing on the ice and in bed, experiencing him with nothing between us is a whole new level of sexual ache.

His hand reaches for his cock, my hand’s quick to stop him. “You know the fucking rules, Alderchuck.”

“C’mon, please, Sutter. I can’t handle it. It’ssogood. Your dick’s gonna be the death of me.”

“And I’m gonna break your hand if you try to touch your dick again.”

He whimpers. I slow my thrusting, watching his reactions, paying close attention so that I know he’s enjoying the way I take him apart. I take pride in knowing my Alderchuck and making him feel good.

His hand circles my wrist, breathy cries leave his mouth, he chases my dick.

“There. That’s the fucking … oh my God that’s your actual dick.”

“It’s always been my actual dick, kitten.”

“Yeah, but now I canfeelit. Holy shit. That’s hot.”

“Know what’s hotter? I’m about to fill you with my load, baby. Fill you so fucking full.”

My cock throbs and I hit a moment of pure bliss. I keep pushing, pushing, till I’m fucking my cum into him. I grip his cock in my hand.

“Let’s see you cum, kitten.”

White-hot cum shoots in spurts, decorating his abs. His jaw slackens and a stilted pleasure-filled groan falls off his lips. I let my body fall on his, meshing with his sticky cum, and nuzzle my face against his, kissing his cheek. We’re waxy with sweat and he’s breathing into my ear, the heavy rise and fall of his ribcage calming to a peaceful rhythm underneath me.

I don’t pull out. I’ll stay inside him as long as I can. He’s gonna have to get used to me inside him like this.

“I want a turn, Sutter,” he says, tracing over one of the bruises he left on my face. In a quick move, he spins us, landingon top. I’m flat on my back with one hundred and eighty-five pounds of Alderchuck staring down at me.

“We both know that ain’t happening until you get your mid-fuck snack.”

“Then feed me, babe. I wanna stake my claim on you.”

“As you wish, kitten.”

We barely get any sleep. It’s not till both our asses can’t take another round that we finally pass out in an exhausted hump. If he doesn’t know he’s mine by the end of that, I’ll have to tattoo it to his body so he can read it in the mirror every fucking day.

Alderchuck looks good in my Copperheads hoodie. I showed off my bun-tying skills—I’ve done Isla’s hair enough times for dance—pulling his hair back for him so that he doesn’t get food in it. I tie one of my bandanas around his head for good measure.

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