One-Shot Stories

27-year-old Maya was on the edge of her seat. She is at TD Garden, watching game seven of the first round of the Stanley Cup playoffs between the Toronto Maple Leafs and the Boston Bruins. She has been a diehard Bruins fan her whole life and things got even better when she began dating center and alternate captain Patrice Bergeron two years ago when they met at the team's annual charity ball.

She was shaking in her seat, sitting next to Brad Marchand's wife Katrina, "This is so damn nerve-racking."

Just as those words uttered from her mouth, Marchand hit the empty-net goal and the Bruins would officially claim a 7-4 victory to move on to round two. Following handshakes and post-game interviews, Maya raced through the clubhouse to find her boyfriend. She wanted as much time alone together as they could get before he left for Tampa on Friday.

Maya heard the shower running and knew he was in there by him humming their song. She undressed herself and snuck in, "Hey stud."

Patrice turned around, completely speechless. He was in awe of what he saw. His girlfriend, dripping wet from the hot water was just perfect, "You look flawless."

"Baby, I'm so proud of you! Round two! But first, first, I think we need to celebrate," Maya grinned.

"Here!? My team is out there in the locker room!" Patrice gasped.

Maya leaned against the shower wall, pouting playfully because she knew that turned him on, "Oh, well, I guess it can wait until we get home."

Patrice couldn't control himself. He held his girlfriend against the wall and kissed her with the deepest form of passion that he could. He reached down with his other hand and placed his fingers inside her to separate her. He giggled against her mouth, "Someone couldn't wait."

"Your goal and assists tonight made me that way. I can't help I'm dating the hottest Bruin," Maya smirked.

Patrice kissed from her lips all the way down her body. She still had subtle hints of her Victoria's Secret PINK perfume on, which made her smell like berries. He left some hickeys along the way, including a couple on her left breast, his favorite spot. Once he was done kissing her, he kneeled in front of her and just amazed at his view, "Like a piece of art."

"Patrice, do whatever you want to me. The anticipation is killing me," Maya whispered while looking him in the eye.

"Whatever my girl wants," Patrice smiled. He stood up, spread her legs, and placed his enlarged horny member inside of her. He was still holding her against the wall while pleasing her. He moved in and out as fast as he could, feeling the rush of the orgasm take over them.

Maya bit her lip and held her boyfriend's shoulders, "Baby, holy shit. Yes. Keep going. Please. That's the fucking spot."

"Baby, they can hear us," Patrice warned.

Maya glared at her boyfriend, "My boyfriend is moving on to round two. I want victory sex. Fuck it if they can hear us."

Patrice was turned on by his girlfriend's sass. He picked up speed, making sure that this sex would be so hot, she couldn't walk afterwards. He went even faster, feeling her dripping wet juices all over his rock hard penis. He held her tighter, "Maya, baby, you feel so good."

"Me? I feel how hard you are and you just feel so good. I don't want you to stop!" Maya pleaded.

"God fuck, I love you so much!" Patrice yelled, kissing her.

Suddenly, someone came in the shower area, "Patrice? You here? Media is looking for you!"

Patrice whispered to Maya, "We'll finish this at home." He turned away from her, "Yeah Riley, I'm coming. I needed to shower."

Maya just eyed her boyfriend as he finished up, anticipating the fun they'd have at home. She was on cloud nine for a number of reasons and couldn't stop smiling.

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