One Timers

I’ve been anxious ever since tonight’s game in Philly ended. There’s nothing worse than losing to a division rival, whom you’re competing with for a playoff spot. The only thing worse than that is having it be the last in a long string of losses up and down the east coast. A two week road trip, to be exact.

The Devils started out the season really well. They were playing good hockey and winning games. That continued throughout the season. But then this road trip happened, and suddenly they’re looking at not even making the playoffs this year.

Personally, I think Damien played incredibly well. Considering the rest of the team looked like a bunch of rookies in their first season (don’t tell them I said that!), I think Damien and Marty were the only two who held it together.

But of course my fiancee isn’t going to see that. He’s only going to see the six straight losses.

It’s late and I’m exhausted, so I curl into bed instead of waiting in the living room like I usually do. I turn on Jimmy Fallon and laugh as he interviews Justin Timberlake. I think those two should totally have their own show, like Key and Peele. It would be ridiculously funny.

Towards the end of the show, I hear the door slam and realize Damien is finally home. His loud footsteps clue me in that he’s really not in a good mood.

“Hey babe.” I say when he throws open the bedroom door. “I’m sorry you lost. But welcome home.”
He grunts in response as he pulls off his game day suit.
“If there’s anything you need me to do, let me know.”

He disappears into the bathroom for a minute and I sigh, knowing it’s probably going to be a rough night. He’s kicking himself for not doing more- just like I expected.

Unlike what I expected, when he returns from the bathroom there’s a different kind of fire in his eyes.

“You said anything, right?” He asks.
“Anything legal, of course.”

He thinks for a second before ripping the sheets off my body, exposing my mostly-naked skin. He grabs my ankles and pulls me towards the end of the bed, standing between my spread legs. His hands push the team-issued Devils shirt up over my body and his fingers twist in the side of my panties, eventually ripping them right off.

That’s when I notice how hard his cock is, straining against his boxers.

Oh.

His hands grip my hips tightly as he studies my now naked body. His eyes are blown wide and dark with lust. He lets go of my hips just long enough to pull his boxers off and line himself up with my entrance.

He leans down and captures my lips in a ferocious kiss as he slams himself all the way into me. I cry out and dig my nails into his back. He doesn’t miss a beat, though, and starts hammering into me at an insane pace. The only sounds in the room are my cries and the slap of our skin coming together.

Without warning, he pulls out and I whimper my protest. He snakes his arm around me and pulls me up off the bed. His teeth sink into my neck and he turns me around so I’m facing the bed. With one arm around my waist, he pushes me so my face is buried into the bed leaving my ass high in the air for him.

Again, he gives no warning as he forces into me with all his force. He’s bigger this way, and with only my vibrator to get me through the past two weeks it’s almost overwhelming.

His fingers dig into my hips and I know I’ll probably be bruised tomorrow. His thighs smack my ass as he brings us together over and over again. One hand disappears from my skin only to come swinging back, leaving a stinging handprint on my ass cheek.

I gasp at the feeling and bite into the sheets to control my scream. He does it again to the other side and this time I can’t hold back. I feel my stomach clenching and the fire between my legs growing. I need release so badly.

Clearly on the exact same page, Damien pulls out and spins me around, practically throwing me on my back onto the bed. This time he climbs up on top of me and hikes both of my legs up onto his shoulders.

There’s a mixture of anger, lust and desperation in his eyes and suddenly I want nothing more than to make him come.

His cock finds its way back into me, and his thrusts get hard and sloppy. He needs to release so badly. And I need to get him there.

“Baise, Damien.” I moan, knowing he loves when I speak his native french. “Ta bite est si bon.”

He growls and I feel him twitch before emptying his load into me. It’s warm and fills me fully as he lets out a long moan of relief.

It only lasts a couple seconds, though, before his fingers and exhausted (but still somewhat hard) dick are making quick work of me, bringing me to and over the edge. I come moaning his name and singing his praises.

When I’ve ridden out my high, he pulls out and disappears to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm washcloth and wipes down my legs and himself. He tosses it back into the sink from the bedroom and pulls me up to the top of the bed.

He surprises me by dropping his head onto my lap, letting me run my fingers through his soft brown hair. I feel and hear him heavy sigh and visually watch as the tension in his shoulders disappear.

“Thank you.” He says, kissing my naked stomach.

Notes

Requested! Hope you enjoy.
Also- I took spanish in school, and know very limited french. So if that's wrong, blame google translate.

It's kinda a shorty, sorry.

WHO'S EXCITED KIMMO TIMONEN SIGNED FOR ANOTHER YEAR???????
(Clearly I am. He's my king. I'm thrilled.)
#CertifiedDILF (except that would be weird since he's old. but he's still hot.)