War (Boston Bolts Hockey #3)

27. Tyler

TWENTY-SEVEN

TYLER

My mouth waters and heat rushes through me. Punish me. I’ve never heard anything as hot as those two simple words.

I’m glued to the spot, gaping at my literal dream girl—who’s bent over and naked—unable to formulate a fucking response.

Her long red hair cascades down her back. It’s so long that it falls to the place where her waist curves. She’s on her tiptoes, and her small, toned, freckle-covered legs have my heart tripping. And that goddamn ass. I fist my hands and focus on my breathing. If I don’t, I’ll lose control. Because her ass is unreal. It’s exactly what I expected the first time I saw her, when she was in nothing but that leotard. She hides it beneath leggings and oversized sweaters. Tonight, though, nothing is hidden. She’s bare for me. Begging for me. Teasing me as she wiggles it and eyes me over her shoulder, waiting to see how I’ll react.

“Not exactly a punishment, if you’re begging for it.”

Humming, she gives her ass another shake. “No one’s ever spanked me before. Punish me, Ty. Remind me that I’m yours.”

“Oh, you are so fucking mine.”

Her words land exactly how she intended. They taunt me into moving. In three steps, I’m standing above her, taking in every inch of her creamy skin, right down to the puckered hole that I’d bet anything no one has ever touched. “You’re so fucking perfect I don’t even know where to start.”

“Anywhere,” she whimpers, grinding her hips against the bed.

“Does it hurt, Vicious?”

“Does what hurt?”

“The ache to come. That’s what you want, right? You want me to control each orgasm, don’t you?” I press my palms to her ass cheeks and hold them there, giving her nothing else.

“Yes,” she whines.

I give her no warning before I lift one hand and swiftly bring it down on her left cheek. Her skin blooms a beautiful shade of red as she cries out. Before she can recover, I repeat the action on the right side.

This time, she moans.

With my hands splayed on the mattress at her sides, I loom over her but don’t touch her. “The last time you came, what did you use?”

“A toy.” The words come out breathy.

“Where is it?”

“Top drawer next to my side of the bed.”

Her eagerness gives me a thrill. I can’t help but chuckle at the thought of it as I leave her there waiting and go for a little show-and-tell of her sex drawer. “Well, well, well. Looks like I was right about sweet little Ava.”

Green eyes watch me as I take in one toy after another, lifting them up and inspecting them. Hitting buttons to make them vibrate, rolling my thumb across the smooth surfaces, until I select the one I want for the time being.

When I hold it up and show her, she licks her lips.

“I take it you approve?”

She sucks in a heady breath and nods.

Humming, I glance into the drawer again. “Do you think I’ll need lube to get this in?”

“Maybe.”

I chuckle. “If I do, then I haven’t done my job.”

Without any more delay, I return to my spot behind her and gently tap the insides of her feet with my own. “Wider, Vicious. I need room to play.” With both hands, I spread her ass cheeks.

She fights me, trying to wiggle her legs closed, likely embarrassed.

I’ll have none of it. “This ass is mine, just like the rest of your body.” With that, I spit on her hole.

She hisses. “Ty?—”

Her words are cut off sharply as I press my thumb to her hole and use the wetness I created to push inside, past that ring of muscle.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. I think this should be your punishment. Me fucking this tight hole until you come all over my bed. Won’t even touch your pussy, and still, it’ll be the best orgasm of your life.”

“Tyler, please.” Clutching the comforter with both hands, she begs, though I’m not sure she knows what she’s begging for.

I slide my thumb out and grind my hips against her ass. “Or would you prefer the toy in your pussy while you suck my cock?” It’s only fair to give her options. Either works for me.

“Please let me suck your cock,” she whines.

Holy fuck. I wasn’t aware I had a corruption kink, but getting this sweet, innocent girl to beg for my cock—to say the fucking word in that raspy tone—yeah, I’ve never been so hard in my life.

I circle the tight muscle again, taunting her. “Because you don’t want me to fuck this ass?”

With her cheek still pressed to the bed, she watches me. Then she licks her lips. “Because I’ve never wanted someone more.”

“Good fucking answer.” I crouch behind her so I can get a good look at how wet she’s made the bed. “You’re already staining my bed.”

She lifts her hips, forcing her pussy closer to my face. “Our bed.”

“Fuck, I love when you talk married to me.”

She giggles. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Absolutely, when it comes to you. Now let’s see just how wet you get when you suck me off.” With the bulbous toy equipped with a clit stimulator in one hand, I use the other to spread her pink lips and slide it inside her.

She cries out at the intrusion, the sound dripping with need.

Then I press on the button, and the toy starts vibrating inside her. “Feel good, baby? ”

“Yes.” Her moan is muffled by the comforter as she buries her face in it.

I slide the clit suction into place, my fingers gingerly swiping over the wetness that coats every inch of her. “You feel like heaven. I’ll let you suck me off tonight, but eventually I’m going to fuck this pretty pussy and this perfect ass. And when I do, you’ll beg me to never stop.”

As she pants and grinds against the bed, I can’t help but stare at her. This perfect angel of a woman. Sweet, innocent Ava. My vicious wife. I’m going to destroy her.