Mia slammed the book shut on her nightstand and stared at the cover. Another hockey smut book, same old shit: big defenseman pinning the heroine against the boards, cock hard and ready, fucking her senseless in the locker room. She was soaked just from reading it. Her fingers itched to slide between her legs, but she needed the real thing tonight.
She threw on a short skirt and tank top with no bra, then headed to the arena. The game was over when she got there, but she lingered by the players' exit like she always did after devouring one of those filthy stories.
Jake, the team's enforcer, came out first. Six-foot-four, shoulders like a brick wall, sweat still on his neck from the ice. His eyes locked on her.
"You waiting for me?" he asked, voice low and rough.
"Depends. You fuck like the guys in those books?"
Jake didn't smile. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the empty equipment room. The door clicked shut. He shoved her against a row of lockers, his body pinning hers hard. "What books?"
"Hockey smut books," she said, already breathing fast. "The kind where the player bends the girl over and pounds her until she screams."
He yanked her skirt up and found her bare pussy. Two thick fingers shoved straight inside her. "You're dripping. You came here hoping for this."
Mia moaned and spread her legs wider. "Yes. Fuck me like that."
Jake dropped his pants. His cock sprang out, thick and veined, already leaking. He spun her around, bent her over the bench, and slammed into her in one thrust. No slow build, just raw stretching and heat. Mia cried out as he bottomed out, his balls slapping her clit.
He fucked her like he was still on the ice, hard, fast, relentless. Every stroke bottomed out deep, his hips snapping forward. "This what those books got you wet for? A real cock splitting you open?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Harder."
Jake grabbed her hair and pulled, arching her back. His free hand reached around to rub her clit in rough circles. The bench creaked under them. Mia's pussy clenched tight around him, juices running down her thighs. She came hard, walls pulsing, but he didn't stop. He kept pounding through her orgasm, making it last longer, dirtier.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the bench, and shoved back in. Missionary but brutal. He hooked her knees over his elbows and spread her wide, watching his cock disappear into her soaked cunt. "Look at that greedy hole taking every inch."
Mia reached down and spread her lips for him, showing off. "Come in me. Fill it up."
Jake growled and fucked faster. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her tits. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the room. He came with a grunt, flooding her deep, thick spurts pumping until it leaked out around his cock.
He didn't pull out right away. Instead he ground against her, pushing his cum deeper while his fingers worked her clit again. Mia came a second time, shaking and cursing. Only then did he ease out, watching his load drip from her swollen pussy.
Jake wiped his cock on her thigh. "Next game's in two days. Bring another one of those hockey smut books. I'll make sure every scene happens for real."
Mia smiled, legs still spread, cum still leaking. "Deal."
