Page 59 of Mother Pucker

Looking to make sure the hall is empty, I knock on her hotel room door.

We only have an hour before we have to meet everyone downstairs to catch the bus for warmups, but like an addict, I’m at my dealer’s door, needing my fix.

She opens the door, still wearing that same white dress from the flight, before inviting me in. Her brows lift in a silentquestion as I step inside–did anyone see you?I shake my head, letting her know I made sure to be discreet.

But before her door can even shut, I have her lifted up and pinned against the wall, my lips covering hers. She smells amazing, the hint of her perfume lingering around us.

Her legs wrap around my hips as I palm her ass, grinding my erection into her center, while her dress rides up her thighs.

She whimpers, biting my bottom lip before sucking and teasing it. Her arms wrap around my shoulders while she lets me explore her mouth. Her fingers dig inside my hair as her hips thrust involuntarily against me.

I’ve had a permanent hard-on since the moment I saw her this morning, and now I’m seconds from embarrassing myself all too quickly.

“I need you like I need my next breath,” I groan, digging my erection between her legs. Our bodies are a heated mix of desire and need, and I honestly don’t know how slow I can go at this point.

She moans into my mouth, her hands curling around my shoulders, her eyes hooded. “Then take me; we can’t have you asphyxiating.”

I chuckle as I drop my lips to her jaw, kissing and nibbling, before I let them slide to her neck, tasting her delicious warm skin. She’s so intoxicating, she should be lethal.

I come back to her lips again, and our kiss turns ravenous and messy. Our mouths move with urgency, like we’re each other’s lifelines. My hands work up her dress, sliding over her velvety skin, before my thumb brushes the crease between her thigh and center.

My brows pucker as my thumb slips further to her center, realizing she doesn’t have any underwear on. I glare at her, ready to take her over my knee if she answers incorrectly. “Tell me you had panties on during the flight?”

“And if I didn’t?” She bats her eyelashes.

My jaw ticks, and in an instant, I’m carrying her over my shoulder, making her yelp. I drag her dress over her bare ass before my palm connects with one cheek, making her shriek and moan.

“You’ve been testing me all damn morning,” I groan before throwing her down on the bed. I get down on my knees, pulling her glistening, bare center toward me. “Put your feet on the edge and hold on to something. I need to fuck your pussy with my tongue.”

She does as she’s told and I note her beautiful toes, painted red. Yeah, with this woman, I notice everything. Her knees frame my face while she squeezes the comforter between her fists. She’s writhing and heaving before I’ve even taken the first swipe. “Please.”

I drag my tongue over her slit, tasting her from bottom to top and making her mewl. I do it again, slower this time, and she bucks against me. Lapping at her entrance, I let her juices cover my tongue. She’s so fucking sweet, I wouldn’t be lying if I said I could eat her all damn day.

I slide up to her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue before pressing two fingers inside her. She’s tight, but I feel her walls release to accommodate my digits.

“Fuck, Rowan.” She writhes and rolls under my lips, asking for more.

I give her more, sucking on her clit while my fingers thrust into her heat, in and out, until she’s a mess of gasps and wails.

She grabs the back of my head tightly as she rocks under me, taking what she wants. Widening her knees, she opens up for me and I don’t disappoint, laving her needy center thoroughly, groaning with satisfaction as I do.

“Oh my God, Rowan! I’m going to come. Please don’t stop.”

I glide my tongue over her, driving my fingers into her and feeling the warmth of her walls pulse against them, before I suck on each of her folds.

Her breath hitches, her walls tightening around me, when she clamors to pull a pillow over her face and screams into it. Her thighs quiver around my head as her orgasm rolls through her, gifting me with the taste of her release on my tongue.

Seconds later, my shirt and gym shorts lie on the ground. Shayla’s hooded gaze works over my body, taking me in from head to toe, snagging on my erection. I take the condom I took out of my wallet in between my teeth.

“Take that dress off,” I mumble around the foil.

She does, throwing her dress and bra over the bed before laying back on the pillow.

I rip the foil with my teeth while my eyes roam over her bare, tan skin. There’s a horizontal scar right under her panty line–likely from a C-section–a row of tiny moles under one breast, and some stretch marks on the sides of her hips. She’s nothing short of stunning, an absolute beauty with her flushed cheeks and the beads of sweat lining her brows.

She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth while her eyes blaze, watching me roll the condom over my thick shaft.

This isn’t exactly how I intended our first time to go. I’d intended for us to take things slow and to have more time, but my craving for her had come to a head–no pun intended. Even the thought of holding off until later this evening feels too painful.

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