It’s Mother-Pucking Christmas!

19. Dakota

19

DAKOTA

T he f-bomb out of his mouth shocked me into silence, stole my breath more than a cold winter wind ever could.

The planes of his face were pronounced as he drove, taking sharp corners until the car screeched into a parking deck.

He grabbed the front of the sweater that I’d slipped back on, hauling me out of the car into his arms, like I weighed nothing. He flipped me over his shoulder, my palms scrambling for purchase against his bare back, slammed the door, and took the stairs two at a time.

A key scraped in a lock, then we were in a dimly lit apartment. There wasn’t anything gentle about him as he tossed me on the oversized gray couch, attacked my mouth, and tore at my clothes.

Kicking off boots and knit stockings, I sank into the couch, the dense weight of him practically smothering me in the deep couch cushions. His tongue swept into my mouth, stealing my breath. His hands were everywhere—on my tits, in my hair, grabbing my ass, seeking between my legs.

I reached for the hard bulge of his cock in his pants.

“You only get my cock,” he hissed in my ear, the filthy language unexpected, “if you’re a good little puck bunny.”

I didn’t know what I’d expected from Ryder once we reached third-date status, but this wasn’t it. It was thrilling, like I got to see a secret side of him no one else did.

“Show me your cunt,” the deep voice ordered.

He sprang back from me, every single muscle in that six-five frame perfectly controlled as he paced in front of me.

I was half-gone already from him in the car and then just from him breathing the word “cunt” in my ear. Pinned under his gaze, I sat up on the couch.

“You want my cunt?” I said, running my hands slowly over my tits, playing with my nipples while his glazed eyes tracked the movement. “Are you sure? That’s not what you said earlier.” My hands slid down. “You said you didn’t fuck girls until the third date.”

The broad chest rose and fell as I taunted him.

I slid my fingers into my panties. Eyes closed, I tipped my head back on the couch, moaning as I stroked my own clit.

“Maybe I like that rule,” I said as my hips rolled against my hand. “Maybe I’ll just make myself come while you watch and plan date number three.”

I yelped when a huge hand tangled in my hair, forcing my head up. I hadn’t even heard him move.

“I told you,” he snarled, giving me a bruising kiss, “to show me your cunt.” He hooked two fingers in my panties, scraping them down my legs as I grabbed at the muscular arm that held me. He tossed the scrap of fabric aside, his eyes slowly sweeping down from my tits to my waist.

I spread my legs, giving him a better view. “Nice and smooth for you.”

“Good because I like to eat pussy.”

The curse word sent another thrill of shock through me.

His mouth and hands hot and heavy on me, he knelt down, down, his hands a vise on my legs as he spread them wider and pressed his mouth to my aching slit.

“Shit,” I cursed, gripping the short hair on the back of his neck. “Fuck, that feels good. You really do like to eat pussy, don’t you, Boy Scout? You have a badge for—”

I screamed when he stood up abruptly, taking me with him. I fumbled up above me, my head almost scraping the ceiling as he slammed me up against a wall.

“Better for my back.” His deep voice was slightly muffled as he spread my legs and went for my clit. “This is much better.” He was licking me better than most guys fucked.

He groaned. “You taste so fucking good.”

His tongue, his mouth, unrelenting, he ate me out like he’d been starving.

“You gotta slow down.” I gasped as his tongue scraped my clit, rolling it, giving long, powerful licks against my throbbing pussy. “Shit I— I’m gonna— Fuck, Ryder.” I was coming all over his face.

He didn’t stop, just hoisted me higher so his tongue could dip into my opening where I craved his cock. Holding me up with one rock-solid arm under my ribs, he used his other hand to piston two fingers in and out of my opening as his tongue worked my clit. Another finger. He stretched me, curling them, then I was coming, shuddering on his hand and his mouth.

“Don’t drop me,” I slurred as I felt my weight shift. I yelped as I pitched forward. But he had me, his arm bunching around my legs, his other hand caressing my ass, stroking the soaking-wet slit of my pussy. He ducked us smoothly through a doorway and threw me down on an oversized king bed.

I reached for his pants. Even though he’d just made me come twice, I was wet with anticipation.

“Shit.” I whimpered as he kicked off his boxers and fisted that huge cock. It was thick and long, and though I knew he would be huge—had to be with all that height and muscle—his cock looked big, even for him.

“I’m gonna bend you over and fuck you with this,” he said, still with that slow, lazy pumping. “But first I need you to get me nice and hard for your tight cunt.”

This wasn’t him hard?

“Get on your knees,” he ordered.

I collapsed down in front of him, running greedy hands down the washboard abs to the V of muscle and then to the hard length that jutted out. It was heavy in my palms as I fisted it in both hands, running my thumbs over the base and my nails over the slit, making him grind his teeth and let his head fall forward.

He grabbed my jaw, ran his thumb over my lower lip. “Suck my cock.” His hand fisted in my hair, and he guided his cock to my mouth.

I trailed my tongue along the tip, satisfied when he hissed. Then he squeezed my jaw, forcing his cock in my mouth. I moaned, breathing quickly though my nose as he slid that huge length against my tongue.

“Fuck yeah, that’s a good little puck bunny. Now I’m going to show you how I’m going to fuck your pussy.”

The only way I could describe him was smooth—he fucked my mouth like he skated, using just enough force that it was erotic but not enough that he was ripping my throat. Like, he was completely aware of and in control of everything that was going on, and I just had to sit back and watch him play.

I ran my hands all over my tits then to the aching slit between my legs, moaning around his cock as my fingers stroked my clit.

He pulled out of me and yanked me up by the nape of my neck. “Next time you come it’s on my cock.” He pushed me face down on his bed, my legs dangling over the side of the weirdly tall mattress—though for him maybe it was just normal size.

He spread my legs, two fingers stroking my pussy appreciatively. A condom packet ripped. I braced myself for that huge, thick cock to destroy my pussy in the best way possible.

The tip of his cock pressed into me. I willed myself to relax, tense with anticipation of being fucked by the biggest cock I’d ever seen.

I’d always thought that men couldn’t really control themselves during sex. Pleasure took over, and you got what you got. Ryder was as controlled and calculated as he was on the ice. His motion fluid, controlled. Grabbing my hips, he arched my back so he could penetrate deep into me.

“I want to see if your cunt can take me.” He hissed against my neck as he pushed in while I moaned as that thick cock stretched me, filled my pussy.

The bedspread twisted under my fingers, but he held my hips firmly in place as he continued that smooth glide into my cunt.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered when I let out a long moan. “Take it, take my cock. That’s it, take it .”

I made a strangled noise when his balls slapped against the back of my thighs. He eased out with that impossibly smooth motion then back in, making me feel every inch of that thick cock.

“You do like to be fucked, don’t you?” he said, hips shifting, sending shocks of pleasure through me, adjusting me with controlled micromovements as he thrust into me. I groaned helplessly under him.

“I love feeling your pussy around me.” He rocked out then in again. The timing was somehow perfect, the motion fluid, his whole body under absolute control. “That’s a good girl.”

He dialed up the power a notch, giving me a harder thrust. My hands clawed on the soft bedspread.

“You like taking my cock. You like being a little slut, don’t you? That’s why you came looking for me. You’re tired of spreading your legs for the fucking Arctic Avengers.”

The power ratcheted up again, and I moaned as he hit that spot deep within me.

“Bet your daddy’s gonna be pissed when he realizes the captain of the Icebreakers came all over you.”

“Fuck,” I cursed. I couldn’t stop it. I was coming, gushing all over his huge cock that was still making those controlled thrusts.

Shit, he probably wasn’t even at sixty percent , my brain babbled as the power ratcheted up again and he rammed into me.

“You wanted to know what it’s like to be fucked by someone who knows how to make a woman come.”

“Yeah,” I gasped as he pulled me back hard on his cock.

“Yeah, you do.” He rumbled as I wiggled back against him. He lifted my hips higher, slamming the next thrust into me, making my teeth rattle.

“You want to know what it’s like to be fucked by a winner, don’t you? You’ve been spreading your legs for those fucking Avengers losers. Now I’m going to fuck that team loyalty out of you. You’re going to be coming blue and silver,” he said, slamming into me again. “Let me hear you say it.”

My nipples scraped against the bedspread as his balls slapped the back of my thighs with the next powerful thrust.

“I want you”—I gasped as he pulled out excruciatingly slowly—“to make me come Icebreakers blue and silver.”

“Yeah, you do.” Then he drove into me, pure power like he was on the ice, ninety miles an hour but never losing control.

I couldn’t moan, couldn’t gasp, couldn’t breathe. My heart raced in my chest as he fucked me, unrelentingly ruthless, making small adjustments to the angle of my hips and his back until he hit deep in me in a way I’d never felt before.

I thought I was about to pass out as he jackhammered into me. The intoxicating male power of him felt so good as he abused my pussy, fucking me harder and faster than should have been humanly possible all while he told me how I was a good fuck, how good my pussy felt, how I was such a good girl for taking his cock like this.

I had no warning that he was about to come. He slammed into me and cursed in my ear, and then he was spilling into the condom.

“Shit,” I gasped when I could finally breathe.

He flipped me over, hooked my leg behind his head and began to lick my pussy.

“Fuck.” I grabbed at his hair. “Give a girl a breather.”

“You didn’t come,” he said, raising his head slightly, blue eyes brilliant in the lamp light.

I let out a long low moan as his head dipped back down to my aching pussy, and I rode his face while he wrung the pleasure from me. If I could do anything other than moan unintelligibly, I’d tell him that I had and was about to again, but then I was screaming his name, arching up against him.

He kissed me. I tasted myself salty on his mouth.

“I needed to make you come before I fucked you again.” He stood up. “It’s only right.”

“Before you fuck me again?” I croaked.

He kissed me harder, tongue sweeping in my mouth, his huge hands pawing at my tits.

“I’ve never fucked a pussy as tight as yours.” He pulled out another condom. His cock was hard again.

I watched him, dazed, on my back, as he rolled his shoulders, grabbed my legs, and spread them, hooking my legs over his shoulders then leaning over me to fuck me at that unrelenting pace.

I’d had guys try to start off with his intensity, but they couldn’t sustain it—not for one session and definitely not for two.

Raw power on a thin leash.

Like walking a tiger.

Who the hell has that kind of control?

He slammed into me again, and I was coming all over him.

But he didn’t stop. His hand cupped my tits, my face as he pounded me into the bed, brutally using me but still somehow mindful of our bodies as his cock hit my clit with perfect timing.

He kissed me long and slow, an excruciating counterpoint to the furious rutting in my pussy.

“You’re not human,” I managed to gasp out before I was coming again, cursing.

Ryder kept up the grueling pace until he was coming in the condom, his teeth on my tits.

“You fucked enough?” he asked, nipping my lips as I tried to remember my own name. He kissed me hard then sprang up to toss the condom.

Scooping me up around the waist, he propped me up on my trembling hands and knees on the firm mattress. It dipped as he got behind me.

Big, lightly calloused hands gripped my ass, spreading me, then his cock was there, grinding against my raw pussy.

“I’m not going to come again,” I pleaded as that long length stroked my aching slit.

My pussy betrayed me, ready and willing to take that huge cock again and again.

So that’s what it meant to get fucked by an elite athlete. He literally could fuck me all night.

“Don’t you have a game tomorrow,” I croaked as he spread my cheeks, then his tongue was all over me.

“Not ’til the evening. I’ll be recovered by then.” The smirk in his fucking voice. “You won’t, though.”

Moaning, hips aching, I spread my legs as he licked me from my clit all the way back.

“Fuck, Ryder,” I gasped as he did it again, licking me over and over, my hips arching up to meet him until I was coming with a throaty cry.

I barely registered him putting on a condom. Then my legs were splayed, and he was driving into me, ruthlessly fucking me like he was going for a final goal.

“I’m gonna fuck you into the Icebreakers cum slut.”

My arms collapsed, but he didn’t break rhythm, just instinctually adjusted to fuck deep into me, one hand working my pussy, the other keeping me from collapsing onto the bed. Then it moved to my head, buried into my hair, fisting my face into the mattress as he drove hard into me.

“I could fuck you like this all night.” He hissed as he jackhammered into me, somehow increasing the pace as he impaled me on that huge cock again and again and again while I begged and pleaded until finally he was spilling into me while my pussy clenched and I came around him, harder than I’d ever come. It was like slamming into the rink board at a hundred miles an hour.

“Yeah.” The word was long and slow. “I think I’ll fuck you all night.” He flipped me over on my side, gathered me against his chest, and kissed me, his tongue stealing into my mouth as he stroked my thigh, guiding my leg over his hip.

“You cannot possibly,” I whimpered as he stroked me, his cock heavy in my hand as I ran my grip down the length, unable to believe he was really going to fuck me again. I wanted him, though, wanted all of him, craved him. Was ready for him to fuck me all night. I ran my hands down the muscular chest, the washboard abs, the swell of the pecs, the tree-trunk legs, and the bulge of his biceps that cradled me gently.

He purred, nuzzling me, starved for my touch.

This man belongs to me.

He kissed me long and slow as his cock grew thick and hard in my hands and my pussy ached for him.

“I need you in me,” I murmured.

“You want me in your pussy.” He kissed me and rolled on a condom, his mouth a soft counterpoint to the glide of his hard cock entering me.

This time it was slow. He rode me gently, like a cooldown after a brutal workout. Not that I really worked out that much, but you know, in theory.

“I don’t think I can come again though,” I whimpered, “but I want to feel you come.”

“That’s that Arctic Avengers loser language,” he growled, his hips jerking into me. “I thought I fucked that out of you.” He kissed me hard, teeth bumping my lips. “Come. Come like you just got fucked by the captain.”

I gasped then moaned as he stroked my swollen clit, riding me hard to the finish line, nipping my chin when we came, him in me, me shuddering around his cock.

“Seems like I need to show you again what it means to get fucked by a winner,” he murmured, stroking me idly, from my hip up to my tits and along my arm then back down.

He kissed me once, twice, slow like he was just licking the plate clean, not going back for seconds of Christmas dinner.

I didn’t know which way was up, couldn’t remember how to work my arms. “Goddamn.” I gasped as he lay next to me, pressing little kisses on my cooling skin. “You get a badge for that.” I turned to him, our noses bumping as I gave him a sloppy kiss. “And who knew the clean-cut Boy Scout could talk dirty like that in bed.”

“Well,” he said with that brilliant grin, the perfect white teeth, the blue eyes smoky gray. “I had this girl over once and asked her if she wanted me to perform cunnilingus, and she got mad and said don’t use that word, just talk like a normal person. So I asked her if she wanted to make love, and she left.”

“She missed out.” I purred, running my hands over the washboard abs up to the swell of his pecs.

“I tried to do a better job in the bedroom department after that. It was a wake-up call.”

“You mean dirty talk while we fuck?”

He colored.

He was fucking adorable.

“Er, yeah, that.”

I pushed up on one arm to stare down at his handsome, blushing face. “Bro, you just said you wanted to fuck me into the Icebreakers cum slut. Say ‘fuck,’” I ordered.

“No.” A stubborn set to his jaw.

I grabbed his chin, nipped his bottom lip. “We are in bed. Let me hear you say it. F—” I drew the letter on his muscular chest. “U-C-K.”

He ground his teeth.

“Such a Boy Scout.” I rested on his chest. His arm came up to drape over my lower back. “Since you just literally gave me the best fuck of my life, I’ll give you a pass.”

His heart thudded slow in his chest. Meanwhile, I was three orgasms away from cardiac arrest.

“I should find that girl and thank her.”

“Sorry. I shouldn’t talk about other women. That’s rude.”

I shrugged. “I’m a hockey fan. I know practice makes perfect. And you are perfect.” I kissed him. “Just perfect. And you’re all mine.”

He gave me a brilliant, happy grin. “I’m yours?”

“All mine. My aunt has a tattoo gun, and I’m going to write my name on your neck, right here , just so all those wannabe puck bunnies that hang around outside the locker room know to back the fuck off.”

His eyes widened, and he gulped. “I really shouldn’t have said anything.”

I laughed. He was so freaking adorable. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll talk about other guys.”

“Please don’t.”

“You’d wipe the floor with any of them, don’t worry. The top five fucks of my entire life were all right here.” I grabbed his cock and ran the heel of my hand up his abs as he made a strangled noise.

“There was this one guy who managed five minutes. Obviously did not make me come then said he needed something to eat to perform so I had to cook for him, then he ate all my food and the cake I was saving for later then fell asleep and drooled on my pillow. Another guy—”

“Stop.” Ryder groaned.

“He had way too much to drink, and I was on top of him and—”

Ryder rolled us over kissed me to shut me up.

“You don’t want to hear the rest of the story, Mr. King of the Overshare?”

“I don’t think it’s going to end nicely.”

“You ever had to mop purple-colored projectile vomit off a rental ceiling?”

“I play hockey.” He grimaced. “So yes, I have.”