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

Camden slowly slid me down his body until my feet touched the floor, and I was standing in front of him.

He gulped, his eyes hot over my skin as he slowly turned me. His fingers traced along my shoulder, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they slid down my bare back until he got to the zipper, fingering it for a second and leaving me panting with anticipation.

“Camden,” I whispered, and he laughed softly before he slowly pulled my zipper down, so slowly I thought I would die. “Please,” I begged.

He brushed a kiss across my shoulder. “I’m going to take such good care of you, baby girl.”

My dress fell to the floor. I hadn’t been able to wear a bra since the dress was strapless, and I shivered as I stood there in nothing but a tiny black thong.

“Fuck,” he growled, and I yelped as his hand suddenly smacked against my ass cheek, immediately massaging it afterwards as his face fell onto my shoulder. “I’ve never seen something as perfect as you, Anastasia. I’m not convinced any of this is real yet, because perfection like yours doesn’t seem possible.”

It was exactly how I felt, and it gave me a heady sensation in my chest that he could feel the same way about me as I felt about him.

“I have to taste you again,” he said, pressing gently on my back until I was bent forward, my nipples rubbing against the silk of his gray comforter.

I moaned as he pressed his arousal against my ass, my nipples dragging on the fabric, which might as well have been sandpaper for how much sensation I was feeling.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered roughly, and my legs shifted apart like they were puppets on a string.

“Good girl.”

I whimpered at his words, taking a step wider because I wanted to be that. His good girl. I wanted to give him everything he desired. Just as long as he fulfilled this ache inside me.

He kneaded my ass for a moment, his breaths heavy as he fingered the edge of my thong. “This needs to come off,” he said, a second before he snapped it off me like it was nothing, leaving me completely bare.

I sobbed, so turned on, my words falling out of my mouth in a nonsensical stream.

His body slid down until his knees hit the wooden floor with a light thud.

“Relax, baby girl,” he murmured, right before his tongue slid between my legs.

I came immediately, so aroused from the anticipation that all I’d needed was the slightest touch to fall apart.

He chuckled as he lapped up my cum. “So fucking responsive,” he growled as he pushed two fingers in, finding that perfect spot immediately as another finger circled my clit.

I ground against him, and his free hand slapped the globe of my ass once again. “Hold still for me, Anastasia. I don’t want you to move…I just want you to feel.”

“Yes, sir,” I cried, faintly aware of his hitched breath and the way his tongue sucked and licked, separating my folds as he continued to thrust his fingers into my dripping core.

My hands fisted the covers as his hands squeezed my ass, pulling my cheeks apart as his tongue slid up, circling my…other hole.

“Oh,” I cried, jerking forward from the shock of him rimming my asshole. I’d never even imagined that. But, ugh…fuck. It felt so good.

His tongue moved back down, his stubble scratching my thighs as he pulled me back so I was almost sitting on his face.

My core was making a wet, embarrassing, squelching sound every time he withdrew his fingers, but he seemed to love it. He was whispering praises against my skin, sucking and biting and licking and turning me into a throbbing mess.

My whimpered pleas echoed around the room, and I couldn’t stay still. I fucked myself back against his face as he tongued my clit and then…I was coming again. Pleasure tearing through me.

Tears slid down my face as I convulsed.

‘Fuck,’ he huffed, his tongue sliding through my folds desperately like he couldn’t bear to let one drop go to waste.

He stayed there, breathing me in, for so long that I squirmed uncomfortably because having someone between your legs, even if you were over the top crazy about them like I was about Camden James…well, it was a very intimate moment.

Camden took a deep inhale, like he wanted to breathe me in one more time, and then he slowly got up off the floor.

I was still panting against the bed, and I totally didn’t expect him to suddenly flip me over to my back so I was staring up at him.

“Look what you did to me,” he said in a silky voice, gesturing to the front of his pants, a large wet spot visible…had he just come?

“You tasted so good, I came in my pants like an errant schoolboy.” His eyes glittered as they slid down my body, stopping on my chest as he eyed my breasts hungrily.

Oh, I guess we were going to be done. “I’ll just get cleaned up then,” I told him, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice. It’s not like I hadn’t just come several times on his tongue. I’m sure we would get to the main event of me losing my virginity…some time.

He laughed darkly, putting a palm between my breasts to keep me on my back and on the bed.

“The thing is, baby girl. You’re not dealing with an errant schoolboy. You just helped me take the edge off…so I can really make you enjoy this next part.”

He unbuckled his dress pants and then slid them down, and I realized right away he’d been going commando.

I mean, I wasn’t sure that he could wear boxers or briefs…I didn’t even know how he was wearing pants. How had that monster even fit in there?

His cock was beautiful. Was that appropriate to say? The red, mushroomed head was gushing precum…or maybe that was residual cum from his orgasm.

And I wanted it.

I licked my lips and watched as he fisted it from root to tip, his gaze still locked on me. He was fully erect, as if he hadn’t come at all.

Maybe Camden James really was a superhero after all.

At least in the dick department.

I squeezed my legs together as a thought hit me. Don’t get me wrong. I wanted that dick. But if I was in awe that it had fit in his pants…how in the world was it going to fit in me?

“Trust me, Anastasia, let me take care of you,” he whispered gruffly and I nodded.

Because I did trust him. I’d follow him off a cliff at this point if he told me that’s where I should go. I trusted him like I’d never trusted anyone before.

I’m sure feminists all over the world were weeping at that kind of thought process.

But it was true.

He grabbed my thighs and pushed them open, staring at my pussy worshipfully like it held the key to the universe.

“My beautiful girl,” he said as he pressed the gleaming head to my dripping center, taking a moment to glide it through my folds, shockwaves of pleasure floating through me until I was shaking against him—and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Breathe,” he ordered, and I let out a huge exhale, unaware of how long I’d been holding it in.

Camden finally began to press in, slowly. I could feel every inch, and I was stretched way beyond my comfort.

“Camden,” I cried out desperately. I didn’t know if I could do this.

“You’re doing so well, baby girl,” he soothed, his hand brushing off the tears that were slipping down my face. “You’re so tight, Anastasia, best thing I’ve ever felt. You’re literally choking my cock.”

I sobbed as he pushed in more, and Camden groaned, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before he reached between us and expertly worked my clit, sending a needy hunger thrashing through my veins.

“Fuck,” he growled.

“What?” I gasped, feeling like I’d entered an alternate realm because the world seemed hazy and glittering around us.

“It’s just so good. And I’m not even all the way in,” he said as he slid in a few more inches…and then stopped.

His gaze darkened, and he moved his hand from my clit to my chin, gripping it softly so I had to focus on him.

I mewled under his possessive stare. “This is it, baby. It’s going to hurt for just a second, and then I’m going to make you feel so good.” His voice was velvet as he spoke and it only added to the out-of-body experience I was having.

“Okay,” I whispered. I thought I was prepared for what came next, but then Camden thrust in with one hard, smooth motion, tearing through my barrier. I cried out at the pain, losing my breath as I thrashed and sobbed underneath him, the fullness too much for me to handle.

Camden’s breathing was harsh and uneven as he stayed there inside me, buried to the hilt.

“Are you alright?” he finally asked after a moment, his voice pure gravel. Camden’s lips soothed over my skin, making his way down to my chest where he suckled each nipple. He licked the underside of my breasts, covering every inch of my chest with his tongue and sometimes his teeth. I writhed against his dick, trying to breathe.

The more time he spent on my breasts though, the more I relaxed, pleasure chasing away any residual pain. He continued on and on, until I was finally ready for him to move.

“Please, fuck me,” I moaned, and Camden sucked on each tip one more time before he finally lifted his head, his eyes a wildfire of need and desire.

“Thank fuck.”

His first thrust was hard and fast, and with each following thrust, pleasure built in my core.

His gold-rimmed eyes stared intensely as he moved in and out, a myriad of emotions in their depths that I was scared I was just imagining.

It was too much, I was feeling too much.

My eyes slammed shut, and he slid a hand to my throat, gently squeezing until I opened them back up.

“Eyes on me,” he growled, and I nodded, a harsh sob ripping out of my mouth as an orgasm flushed through me, short but significant.

How many was that now?

Camden pulled almost all the way out and I opened my mouth to beg him to stay. His eyes glimmered for a moment before he pounded back into me, starting up a relentless pace.

My nails dug into his shoulders, doing my best to obey him and keep my eyes focused on his face.

He held me in place as he pushed inside of me, sometimes grinding against my clit and sending pleasure sparking through me.

“Fucking perfect, Ana,” he breathed at one point. “You feel so fucking good. You’re going to come all over my big dick, aren’t you, baby girl? You’re going to let me fuck this pretty pussy every day.”

Our faces were inches apart as I clung to him, and I could only imagine what he saw when he looked at me.

I was obsessed, addicted, and completely under his spell.

“I love you,” he growled as he buried himself to the hilt, the cords in his neck standing out in stark relief as he filled me with warm bursts of cum.

My eyes widened, because…what did he just say?

I followed him over the cliff, sobbing at the exquisite feeling surging through me. My eyes finally closed, white light sparking at my eyelids. I didn’t know it was possible to feel this good.

A second later, his hand was circling my neck again, forcing me to pay attention. “You are fucking mine. I own this body. I own this soul. Mine,” he growled, burying his face in my neck.

“Yes,” I whispered. Over and over again as he stayed sheathed inside of me.

Camden gave me slow, drugging kisses, and my eyes fluttered closed again, my body completely worn out.

“I’m going to keep you forever,” I think he muttered as I fell asleep, a smile on my lips as I slipped into the best dreams I’d ever had.

Camden

I pulled out of her sleeping body, staring down at the blood streaked across my dick, across my sheets…down her thighs.

I was still hard, even after the two most intense, best fucking orgasms of my life. It felt like my dick was the Energizer Bunny, as long as Anastasia was nearby, it could go on and on.

I wanted to remember this forever. I didn’t have a blood kink or anything…or at least I was going to ignore that part of me if I did. But seeing her blood coating my skin, mixed with my cum…

I’d never seen anything so right in my life.

Something that perfect needed to be documented, I decided, quietly reaching over and grabbing my phone from off the end table…before snapping a picture of my dick.

I needed to be able to look at this whenever I wanted. Maybe it would help me control this insanity throbbing through my insides. The insanity that had my dick begging to get back inside her, ready for round two even though she had to be sore. The insanity that wanted to remind me that she was mine, that no matter what, I’d have this part of her.

No matter what, she’d belong to me.

“Okay, crazy,” I muttered to myself, cursing when she shifted and let out a soft sigh at the sound of my voice.

I set my phone down and carefully settled beside her, hungrily taking in her perfect features.

I wanted to take care of my baby, but I also couldn’t resist just one more taste.

Okay, one or two more tastes. I was addicted and I didn’t have any intention of curing that any time soon.

I slid down the bed, carefully pushing between her legs, pausing as she softly sighed. Lapping at her perfect pussy, it was all I could do not to moan. I loved the taste of the two of us combined. I wanted to keep her pumped full of me. I wanted her to feel me inside of her, for her thighs to be constantly sticky with my cum.

Anastasia was softly moaning and writhing under my tongue…but somehow she didn’t wake up. I watched in satisfaction as her body bent, and she sighed as she came, her pussy clenching my fingers that I’d slipped in so that my tongue could focus on her clit.

A rush of her essence poured out, and I was fucking into the bed, giving my dick much needed friction as I licked and sucked up every single drop.

I got on my knees and stroked my dick, over and over again as I stared in awe at her perfect pussy.

Grunting, my seed spilled out all over her folds, sliding down and soaking the sheets underneath her.

I rubbed my cum into her skin, feeding it into her core and spreading it all over her stomach and up to her breasts. I circled her clit, using the cum to get her off one more time.

And still she slept.

My poor baby girl. I’d fucked her to sleep.

She probably needed to get used to it. I had no plans of stopping any time soon.

Sitting back on my haunches, I admired my handiwork. Her skin was coated with me, my white milky cum was everywhere. I may never let her shower again.

She was perfect.

An idea came to me then, a way to immortalize that moment forever and ever.

Anastasia was going to love it.

Sliding to the side of her, I texted my tattoo artist about scheduling an appointment.

That done, I laid down next to her, memorizing every detail of her face. Her long lashes, the cute curve of her nose, the light freckles that dotted her cheeks…the golden glow of her skin. I took in the pink of her nipples and every perfect curve of her body.

I’d told her I loved her. I wasn’t sure that she’d actually heard me, but that didn’t matter much. I would just tell her that every day for the rest of our lives.