Page 66 of Mother Pucker

“No, it would be gross.”

“I don’t mean the peeing part. I meant the face-needles part. And the vag pheromones, maybe–”

Piper blinks at me. “Please make her stop.”

I laugh. “I wish I could, but once she gets started on animal facts, there’s little that can be done.”

Jeena lifts her drink toward Piper in a toast, as if I’ve just given her the biggest compliment, and my attention gets snagged back in Rowan’s direction.

Thankfully, we had a chance to go back to the hotel after dinner so I could get out of the clothes I was wearing all day. But what was supposed to take fifteen minutes turned out to be thirty–with Piper waiting at the hotel bar for us–because Mr. Rowan Slick Parker decided he wanted his dessert, and he wasn’t going anywhere without it.

My body feels warm as I recall our quick but productive use of those thirty minutes.

“Goddamn,” he rasped as I widened my mouth around his length. And though his hand was wrapped around the back of my head, he gave me all the control, letting me take the reins on how I wanted to pleasure him.

I worked my mouth down his shaft, taking him in deeper before lifting back up to tease his tip with my tongue. The taste of his pre-cum had ripples of desire drumming inside my wet center.

Drifting down his cock again, I took him as far back as I could until his tip hit the back of my throat, and I almost gagged.

Rowan exhaled before his head fell back and he mumbled words of encouragement, like, “Pure perfection,” and “Want to be here all night.”

I slid my hand over his thick and veiny cock, pumping him while sucking on his tip, siphoning out more pre-cum, along with his gruff moans of pleasure.

His lazy gaze landed on mine as my other hand lifted to play with his balls, and he released a slow breath while I relished in the knowledge that I was driving him to the brink of insanity.

“Get on the bed, knees apart, face on the pillow.”

His command sent shivers zipping down my spine. My clothes had already been discarded, so I did as he asked.

I looked at him over my shoulder and the sight of him strolling toward me–all six-feet-something and golden-tan perfection. His hand wrapped around his thick shaft, stroking while readying it for me, had my pussy throbbing with need.

I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth, and he gave me a slow smile. “You want to see me jack off, baby?”

I nodded. “Yes, please.”

He chuckled. “Such impeccable manners, Doc, but not this time.”

He dipped to his knees, and I saw his face disappear in between my lifted ass. I felt his tongue on my pussy before I felt it drag over my crack. I rocked back against him when he did it again, before he rose to his feet.

Gliding the tip of his dick in between my folds, he covered himself with my juices before he drove into me without further preamble.

He slapped my ass, and I bit down on my lip. And when he did it again, I groaned a sound I’d never heard from myself.After making sure he was buried inside to the hilt, he pulled halfway out before he slid back in. He repeated the gesture over and over, pounding me relentlessly until I was seconds from stars exploding behind my eyelids.

But as usual, he knew. He knew I was close and wouldn’t let me find my release that quickly. The man was all about delayed gratification.

He leaned down and grabbed me around my waist, drawing me up so my back met his chest. Panting, I let my head lay back on his shoulder as he continued to fuck me like he was on a mission. Like it was his job, and he had to do it with all the seriousness in the world.

My chest heaved, and I could feel his heart blitzing against my back when he bit down on my neck. His fingers trailed up my stomach before he rolled my nipple between them, making me hiss. And when I started to beg and plead, he slid his fingers down to my clit, teasing it, all the while his cock continued to pummel me like a machine.

And as soon as he could feel the pulsing of my walls around him, he pushed me back down to my hands and knees on the bed and fucked me through my release.

My muffled cries inside the pillow spurred on his orgasm before we were nothing but a heaving, panting, sweaty heap against each other.

Our breaths intermingled as we lay there, staring at each other like we’d both experienced a life-altering event, before he tenderly lifted my wrist and kissed the blue ribbon tattooed there. It was then that I realized it wasn’t the sex that made me feel like I was floating in space; it was that little gesture that sealed his fate.

“Oh my God.” Jeena’s voice has me tumbling out of my recent memories, and I realize my eyes have been fastened to the defenseman on the other side this entire time.

I turn to Jeena, breaking my gaze from Rowan, noticing her eyeing me. “What?”

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