Page 49 of No Pucks

I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to.

I want him.

And those thoughts are dangerous.

I push them out of my mind, refocusing on the here and now, staying in the moment, because anything else is too dangerous.

I tilt his head, allowing me a little bit deeper, and it destroys me. He sucks my orgasm out of me, and I fill him with cum, fucking his mouth through my release.

He takes it, swollen lips and all, his eyes locked to mine.

We both freeze as I pull out a string of saliva connecting us. He’s so damn beautiful.

Logan licks his lips. “I love how you taste.” Slowly, he gets to his feet, pressing his body against mine. He’s hard, and his hand comes up to cup my face, taking the softest of kisses.I don’t stop him. I give into the kiss, tasting my cum on his tongue. I don’t hate it.

He rocks his hips into mine, rubbing his hard-on over my hip. His eyes flutter shut, and he’s putty in my hands.

It’s like I’m in my twenties again and ready to go, hardening against him.

Logan breaks the kiss, glancing between us. “Again?”

“I can’t help it with you.” I’m too honest, but in the moment, I have no filter.

“I love it.” He’s so smug.

I bite his lip to shut him up, fucking myself into his hand. “I want to feel you come.”

“So demanding.” I squeeze his cock, rolling my fist.

“You like it.” His attitude is such a turn on. I’m sure he knows.

“I need more of you.”

His brows lift. “Are you going to fuck me?”

“I told you, I don’t have any condoms. But I want to taste you.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.I’ve never sucked a cock before, but I want to make him come. Memories of that night filter back into my brain, of how sexy he is when he lets it all go.

I crave it.

He strips off his sweats sitting back on my dest with his cock sticking straight out from his hips like a god.

A rumble builds in my chest. I grab his hips and drop to my knees, biting the inside of his thigh. He hisses combing his fingers through my hair, but he doesn’t try to direct me.

“Do that again.”

I bite him harder, sure to leave a bruise, and his muscles tighten.

“I’m going to jack off later looking at that.”

If I wasn’t already hard, I would be with his words.I nip across the sensitive skin until I find his cock. It’s beautiful, and my mouth waters.

“Take your shirt off.” I want to see all of him.

He grabs the back of the neck and tugs, raising it slowly. His abs come into view, gorgeous and sculpted. His body is the peak of his physical perfection. “I love the way you look at me.”

“How is that?”

“Hungry.” He strokes my face.

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