Page 53 of Mother Pucker

“That you are.”

His eyes darken. “Do you think about me when you do it?”

I lick my lips. “I haven’t thought about anyone else since you.”

Rowan’s hand curves around my neck and his lips crash against mine. Apparently, he liked my answer. His tongue trails along the seam of my lips, and I open my mouth for him, inviting him in.

He pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him, my shawl falling from my shoulders. His tongue glides into my mouth as he tilts my head to get a better angle.

God, I love this side of him–dominant and hungry, taking what he wants, unapologetically. I’ve never had this with a lover; never felt so desired or treasured.

Our kiss turns frantic, our bodies heating up as we rub against each other. A groan rumbles in Rowan’s chest and my hands tighten in his hair. My nipples feel like shards of glass against my shirt while my pussy begs for relief.

I moan into his mouth. “Rowan, please. Please, do something.Anything.” I’m practically sobbing. “Please make me come. I’m begging you.”

I swear, the man makes me ravenous, like a beggar for his touch.

With his hands palming my ass, he drags me over his erection, over and over until I feel practically possessed. When his thumb finds my center, I hiss against his mouth, my pussy pulsing and swollen.

He rubs a few circles against my clit, and I feel my juices penetrate the thin material of my pajamas.

Rowan’s mouth finds my ear. “I love when you beg, baby.”

I grind against what I know is the thickest cock I will ever see, shamelessly.Is he packing a steel pipe or a baseball bat in there?

His lips take mine again, sucking, teasing. “Beg for my cock.”

“Please.”

“Please what, Shayla?” His voice is stern as he thumbs my nipple over my shirt before pinching it and making me jump.

I slide my lips down his neck, loving the rough feel of his scruff against my swollen lips. “Please give me your cock.”

Rowan picks me up easily, my legs around his hips, and walks us toward the doors behind us, while I give him mumbled directions with my lips pressed to his neck, like “through that door” and “my bedroom’s in there.”

Once inside, he puts me on my bed before examining my bedroom door. If he notices the exposed rafters or the missing parts of the crown molding, he doesn’t seem to care.

“Is your door locked?” he whispers.

I nod, my chest heaving against his. My hands are still locked around his neck, our breaths colliding.

Rowan's lips find mine and his thumb circles that same spot between my legs. I whimper into his mouth, digging my nails into his shoulders.

He tugs on the waistband of my pajama bottoms, and I help him pull them down, lifting my hips. His hungry gaze roams over my wet center before he slides his fingers between my wet folds.

“Look at this beautiful pussy.” He licks his lips and I mewl under his touch. “And that sweet little clit, so needy for me.”

Taking my mouth with his again, he circles my clit with his fingers before he inserts his middle finger, testing and teasing.

I buck up at the feel of him before he puts one more digit in, making me moan. My body thrums with anticipation, goosebumps breaking out over my arms as he swivels his fingers inside me. “Rowan!”

He pumps his fingers into me, never releasing my mouth from his, and I can feel the clench of my pussy around him. A flush rises over my skin and my thighs quiver.

I’m close. So fucking close–

But right as I’m about to shatter, Rowan pulls his fingers out of me, breaking away from my mouth, and leaving me completely dazed.

“Wh-what are you . . .?” I breathe heavily.

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