Page 60 of Mother Pucker

I lift the back of her knee as I angle the tip of my cock at her entrance, arching my brow at her to ask for permission. “Yes?”

She nods enthusiastically. “Fuck, yes! Absolutely, yes.”

My soft chuckle dies on my lips as I press myself inside her. We both groan as she expands around me, sheathing me from root to tip. Keeping my weight from crushing her, I look downat our connection. It’s so hot, so fucking beautiful, I have to physically hold myself back from coming just from the sight of it.

I’m fully seated inside her, my tattooed forearm next to her head, when I take a moment to just stare into her espresso-colored eyes. They look up at me with a rare vulnerability she keeps hidden. I know she can feel this, too–this connection between us, far from the physical one we have now.

Perhaps it was the spontaneous and combustible chemistry we felt the moment we met. Perhaps it’s the easiness I feel around her, same as what I know she feels around me. Perhaps it’s neither of those, and it’s just that our souls seem to want to intertwine.

I want to know everything about her, from her favorite color to her favorite season. I want to play connect-the-dots with the moles on her body and trace every tattoo with my tongue. I want to fall asleep looking at her and be the person she wakes up to. And fuck, I can’t wait to have her at all my games, wearing my jersey, so I can show the entire world she’s mine.

I want all that, knowing I have to take this one step at a time. Knowing that while she hasn’t stated it explicitly, she thinks this is just a temporary thing between us.

I rock into her and she releases a soft gasp, cupping my ass with her palms. She pulls me further into her, opening up to give me room. She’s so tight, she’s choking my dick in a vice-grip, but I’m not complaining. It feels like fucking heaven.

“Jesus Christ, Shay, you feel so fucking good. All those nights I fucked my palm to your name . . . nothing compares to the real thing.”

She lifts to catch my lips and I skate my tongue inside her mouth, slowly dragging it against hers. We kiss without the urgency of the first time as I fuck her, deep and slow, making her hiss and mewl.

Our pace gets faster, our bodies slick and crashing against each other. My balls feel heavy and my eyes beg to roll back into my head as she matches me, thrust for thrust. I brush the tips of my fingers over her forehead before leaning down to kiss the little mole on the top of her cheek. I might be obsessed with it.

I might be obsessed withher.

I drop my hand under her ass, lifting it and thrusting into her at a slightly different angle, and feeling a tingle build at the base of my spine. “I can’t hold on much longer, baby. Are you close?”

“I’m right there with you,” she breathes, never breaking away from my eyes. “I’m so close.”

I dip to take her nipple into my mouth, teasing it around my tongue before sucking deep. Her hips jump under me, her nails dragging over my back as I continue my unrelenting pace. Our bodies move in sync as I delve deeper, knowing I’m hitting the spot inside her that’ll have her seeing stars.

I feel her tighten around me and, seconds later, she sucks in a sharp breath as her release rolls through her. “Yes! Oh God, yes!”

She throbs around my cock, sucking it deeper into her while my release sends currents rippling down my spine.

Our rhythm slows, along with the aftershocks of the biggest fucking orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My lips find hers again, pulling them into a soft kiss. “Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?”

A soft laugh leaves her lips. “I’m starting to get the message, given that caveman-like pissing contest on the flight.”

I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in. My heart still hammers inside my chest. “Given the fact that my cock is still buried inside you, I’m pretty sure there was no contest. Smarmy-Sam had nothing on me.”

She pokes my side. “Always so sure of yourself, Mr. Parker.” I can hear the smile on her lips as she wiggles under me, instantlymaking me hard again. “But I suppose Keanu really did come through today.”

I lift up, glaring at her, my blood boiling inside my veins. “Who the fuck isKeanu?”

She giggles. “It’s what I’ve namedyourcock.”

I shake my head, appalled. “You most certainly have not! No way is my cock going to be calledKeanu. I could possibly entertainRowan’s Magical Hockey StickorEmperor of Vaginasas potential names, but that’s where I draw the line.”

She snorts. “Yeah, that last one is definitely not happening. Your big head does not need more inflating.”

I roll my hips, letting her feel my ‘big head’ again before I slink down to capture her nipple in my mouth. “Admit it, you’re obsessed with both my big heads.”

She moans, her body betraying her words, as she buries her fingers in my hair. “You wish.”

I bite her nipple, making her squirm. “I’m not one to make wishes, Doc. I’m the one to make things happen.” I lift back up and stare into her eyes so she can see what I’m saying as clearly as the way I feel about her. “But with you, I find myself searching the sky for shooting stars.”

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