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I’d done many things in my journalism career to get ahead, but being stuck in a hockey player’s locker had to be the worst of them all.
What a wild opening sentence
“Are you sure we’re alone?” “Get. On. Your. Knees,” Klaus snarled.
“Take it deeper, champ. I know you can,” Klaus huffed. “Your punishment for getting distracted by that pretty journalist.”
“Naughty, naughty,” Klaus chuckled. For a moment, I felt a flash of fear that he was talking to me. My heart pounded in my chest as I touched myself, still watching them hungrily.
He slowly smiled, revealing his very sharp teeth. “Can you?” Klaus whispered. “You’re the pretty journalist that distracted my player earlier. We almost lost because of you.”
Klaus raised a furry brow. “Your scent makes me want to bend you over and spank you for being such a naughty girl. You really are in trouble here, aren’t you?”
For just over a year, I’d been secretly mated to him. I knew him better than anyone else. Almost everyone was a little frightened of him, but the big scary krampus was also secretly a teddy-bear.
“Fuck you,” he growled. I lowered my voice to a whisper so only Klaus could hear. “No, that was yesterday. Today I’m fucking you.”
“You’re such a good boy, Klaus. So obedient. Obedient boys get rewarded.”
His tail snapped back and forth and I snatched it, making him whimper like the cockhungry sub he was.
“I wonder if she’s waiting for us now,” I whispered. “We’re almost out of time. You need to come for me so we can go get our girl. I can’t wait to suck your cock and spit your cum into her mouth…”
“I want you. Both of you. Clearly, as you smelled yesterday, which is kind of embarrassing. But…I feel a pull. It’s hard to explain.”
“I love being spanked,” I said. “For starters. Well, I love the idea of being spanked. I haven’t been able to do a lot of exploration because I was with someone for a while and, well…we didn’t do much. But I love the idea of being man-handled, especially as a plus-sized woman. Blindfolded, maybe some wax play.”
Same girl, same
“Communication is key,” Klaus said, giving Flurry a look I couldn’t quite understand.
“Kink is about getting what you want and satisfying a deeper part of you,” Flurry said.
“Do you have any family?” Flurry asked. I shook my head, feeling a stab of sadness. “No. Not that I speak to, anyway. I was engaged and close with his family, but… that didn’t work out. He cheated on me.” I sighed, taking a sip of wine. “And that’s the only time I’ll mention that.”
lawl also same
Heaven was getting the princess treatment by two hot hockey monsters. Gods, I could come just from this.
“My gods,” she giggled. “I’ve never been man-handled like this. Or…monster-handled?”
She looked back at me, her eyes wide. “Your cum tastes like peppermint.”
💀
“Choke on it, angel,” he whispered to her.
The memories of all the ways they’d fucked me flooded my mind, making me clench my thighs together. I was sore, but it was a pleasant type of sore. A lingering reminder of them. It wasn’t like I needed a reminder, though. Being spit roasted by a yeti and krampus wasn’t something you forgot.
the bacon that called to me with its siren song;
Me RN as I'm shoving bacon in my face hole
“We’ll meet you after practice. Unfortunately, I don’t think keeping you in our lockers will work out,” Flurry teased. I laughed. “Probably not.”
“He wants to mate you,” Flurry said, his gaze locked with mine. “I can feel his desire in the bond we share. It’s potent enough that I almost just bit you, snow angel.”
“I just have never…” “Been with someone who wants to die between your thighs? I’m going to be feasting on your cunt once we fill you,” Klaus said.
To put it simply, he looked like a fucking snack. Sex on hooves. The hottest krampus I’d ever seen.
Klaus thrust his arm forward and Mike lurched against my chest with a shriek. His balls. Klaus literally had the guy by his fucking balls. “Listen here, you piece of shit. I should rip off your pathetic excuse for a dick and shove it down your throat.”
Mike let out a sob. Klaus jumped back suddenly, slinging his hand back and forth. “You motherfucker. You fucking pissed on my hand.”
Lmaooo 💀
“You could tell it was him?” Klaus asked, squirting a generous amount of hand sanitizer into his hands and vigorously rubbing them together. “It all clicked. The car, the short stature, the part of the letter that mentioned humiliation. Now that I think about it, it’s so typical of him.” “Is it typical for him to piss himself?” I asked, breaking out into laughter.
“Well,” Klaus puffed out a breath. “I might have said I’d shove his dick down his throat and that Flurry and I would tear him limb from limb.” He shrugged, as if dismemberment was some nonchalant thing. Holly gave us a wobbly smile. “That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”
😍dismemberment😍. 😂
