The Pucking Wrong Man: A Hockey Romance (The Pucking Wrong Series Book 4)

I dropped Anastasia off at dance class, feeling ridiculously at the edge of panic watching her walk away from me. If I could have, I would have stitched her to my side. I wanted to do everything with her. I never wanted her to leave my presence.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t ready for me to kidnap her and take her to an island where it was just the two of us forever…so I’d have to wait on that particular impulse.

I got back to my place, hating how empty it felt without her. I had practice in two hours, but not even checking the tracking app every five seconds could make me feel better.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked down the hallway toward Anastasia’s bedroom, my steps hesitant and uncertain. A very small part of me tried to turn myself around, but the rest of me was past the point of reason.

I stopped several times, my hand hovering over the doorknob. Even though I’d already done so much, stepping into her room without her permission felt like the final straw, the point where I couldn’t go back.

I tried to tell myself I was better than this…but the pull of her presence was too strong.

Even heroes can fall, evidently.

I turned the handle and pushed open the door, the soft creak of hinges echoing in the stillness of the room. The air was heavy with the scent of her perfume, a heady mixture of orange and vanilla that immediately made my dick hard. I closed my eyes and breathed it in, letting it coat my lungs…become a part of me.

The room was still for the most part…bare. I hated that. Besides the unmade bed with the purple sheets I’d forced her to pick out, and a few other things I’d caught her looking at, there were no personal belongings for me to look through, nothing to tell me more about who Anastasia was.

We needed to remedy that. Immediately.

I opened the closet, peeking inside. She’d left a pair of underwear on the floor and I hesitated once again before grabbing and lifting them to my face.

Fuccck.

I knew what her pussy tasted like, but the smell of it was almost as good…lock me up now. It was orange and vanilla again…but musky. I could feel my cock weeping precum, raging to be inside her. I’ve never felt lust like this before—I didn’t know a human being was capable of this. It was all consuming. I felt dizzy. Crazed. Out of my mind.

I felt like a monster.

I had to unzip my jeans, my mind filled with images of her sitting on my face, her scent and taste coating my lips as I fucked my tongue in and out of her. Or maybe I’d spread her out on the bed first, pin her legs to the bed as I buried my face in her pussy, my tongue tasting every inch of her.

My hands were on my dick before I realized drops of cum were dripping onto the carpet in front of me.

I liked it there, mingled with her scent. I wanted my cum all over her. I wanted me all over her.

Walking to her bed, I stared at the rumpled sheets for a moment. Stroking my hand against her pillow—still slightly indented from last night—I pictured myself touching her soft, smooth skin.

Finally, I couldn’t help myself, and I slid onto the bed, breathing her in desperately, rolling around in the fabric, wanting her scent to coat my skin. Moaning, I gripped the base of my cock, my dick so hard it felt like I might explode if I didn’t get some release.

I rolled back over, gulping in deep inhales of her scent; my hips thrusting against the mattress, searching for friction, like a teenager just discovering his pillow for the first time. I was driving my dick into her tight cunt, I was picturing her breathy cries as I played with her perfect tits.

Growling, I flipped over again, wrapping her panties around my cock, using the cotton to jack myself off as I pictured what it would be like to fuck her.

It wasn’t something just on my wishlist—a maybe I’d spend my life hoping for.

It was a certainty, an undeniability…a matter of fact.

I thought of how good her pussy would taste, the feeling of her skin, the way her nails would dig into my back as she came apart beneath me and choked my cock. In my head, she was riding my dick, her breasts bouncing as she fucked herself. Her head was thrown back, her tits were thrust forward⁠—

I came. The hardest orgasm I’d ever had in my life, pumping out in spurts until her panties were soaked and my hands were sticky from the excess. My breath was coming out in gasps. My head was floating, pleasure still simmering under my skin. I could’ve cum again with just a few pumps—I hadn’t done anything to tamper down the lust that had an iron grip on my dick.

I was out of control, and for the first time in my life…

I welcomed it.

Bringing the panties up to my face I breathed in our combined scents, my dick already hardening again because it was everything I wanted.

Soon, I told myself as I dragged my body from the bed, straightening the covers only a little bit.

A perverse part of me wanted her to know that I’d been there. I wanted to picture her tonight, touching that pretty pussy as she breathed in our scents, just like this. I wanted her to picture all the things I was going to do to her as she made herself cum.

I left the room, the panties in my pocket. They’d be my new prized possession until I got the real thing.

This girl had ruined me.

And I couldn’t wait to ruin her right back.