Prologue- One night
Tori
I had been searching for a distraction and release after my ex of three years broke off our engagement and ran off with some blonde bimbo he met online. When I saw this six-foot-three brunette beast of a man, I knew he was what I wanted for a night of fun, especially with his five o’clock shadow stubble and muscular build. It did not take us long to find our way to a hotel room, and, well, from there you can guess what happened.
Gasping, my hands fly to his shoulders as I dig my fingertips into his shoulders. I feel him thrust deeply with every movement he makes. “Oh!! Yes!! Please!! Fuck!!!” I cry out as the intense pleasure threatens to overwhelm me.
“That’s it, baby girl. Take it all in that tight little pussy of yours. This is what you said you needed, right? A good fucking by a real man, right? Not a boy?” He growls against my ear, nipping its shell.
“Oh, fuck!! Yes, shit!! Yes!! Harder!!” I cry out as I feel myself tumble over the precipice of a third orgasm as he keeps pounding into me mercilessly.
“Yes, fuck, that is it, baby girl. Cum for me. Cum all over this dick.” His voice pulls another orgasm from me almost instantly as I feel his body start to tense as his thrusts start to become irregular and his grips on my thighs tighten.
“Oh fuck… Fuck! Where do you want it, baby girl?" He groans. “I am so close.”
I quickly shove myself up and lock my lips around the head of his cock just as the warm streams of his release shoot out down the back of my throat. I feel him fist his hands into my hair as I bob my head a few times, making sure he is completely empty as his moans fill the room. “Fuck, your mouth feels almost as good as your pussy, baby.” He gasps, dropping his head back against the bed, panting.
I look up at him smiling and lick my lips. “Thank you. I really needed that.”
"No, baby girl, I should be thanking you.” He smiles at me, his eyes following my movements. “So Jess, would you like for me to order some food to the room?”
“No thanks.” I start to gather my clothes and head to the bathroom, where I quickly get dressed. When I walk out, I see the man whose name I did not even remember leaning against the headboard of the bed, flipping through channels on the TV.
“It was fun!” With that, I grab my purse and start to head for the door.
“Wait, what? Seriously? I thought guys were supposed to be the ones who ran out after sex. Do you need a ride home?” He asks, his hazel eyes furrowing, watching me, as he pushes himself up off the bed.
I have to tear my eyes away from his chiseled body as his muscles flex with his movements, his faded jeans hanging low on his toned hips. They expose a slight happy trail right where a V-shape leads down under the waistband. Shit, he truly had a perfect body and was absolutely incredible in bed. I wish I had been able to have his mouth worship me as well. I would be willing to bet his lips and tongue were just as amazing as his dick…
I shake my head and look back up and meet his eyes before I sigh and smile. “No, thanks. I am fine. Really.”
The next morning I sit in an office, nodding my head as I am only halfway listening to the men holding the meeting with me. I already knew I was being transferred here. I knew this was just a formality at this point. I knew my pay. I knew everything. I really could care less what else they had to tell me.
I just need to get my paperwork signed, and I would be all set. I would soon officially be a member of the ‘Frozen Pucks,’ and our first game would be against the ‘Penalty Killers.’ I felt a rush of excitement at the thought of donning my new jersey and stepping onto the ice.
The anticipation of facing off against our rivals fueled my determination to prove myself right from the start. I knew the majority of my team was probably not thrilled at the idea of having a female join their team, and I intended to prove my worth to them on the rink.
