Page 48 of Puck Sweat Love

Steph’s curled up against me, her body heat seeping into my side, her breath steady and slow. Her braids trail across the pillow, her lips are slightly parted, and her golden-brown skin is practically glowing in the early morning light.

My dick is right, she’s beautiful. Stunning.

A sexy little angel.

But I’ve been around the block enough to know that a decent man always listens to his heart before his hard-on.

There will be time to worship her body after I’ve brought her one of those chia smoothie bowls she loves. The kind with the dragon fruit and granola and little curls of freshly grated coconut. Truth be told, she’s kind of got me hooked on the damned things, too. Though I’ll never crave a peanut butter acai with extra protein powder as much as I crave her tight body.

I start to slide out of bed, but the second my skin draws away from hers, she stirs. Her arm tightens around me with a soft moan of protest. I freeze, but after a beat, it becomes clear that she’s still asleep.

I carefully circle her wrist with my fingers, lifting her limp arm up and over to rest on the mattress. She sighs again as I release her wrist and rolls onto her back, the sheet slipping down to reveal more glowing skin as she moves.

Morebareskin…

We both passed out naked after round four last night. Now, her high, firm breasts—smaller than most women I’ve been with, but totally fucking perfect—are right there, her nipples slowly pulling tight in the cool morning air.

I freeze again, my breath catching in my throat.

Just a taste, just one kiss, maybe two,my cock pipes up again as he swells against my thigh.

I know I should ignore that troublemaking fucker (literally), but I can’t help myself. I need to know if her skin still tastes like vanilla salt and sunshine this morning.

Moving slowly, I scoot lower on the mattress, curling my tongue around her pebbled skin before I close my mouth over her nipple, sucking it gently into my mouth. She lets out a moan, and her body arches into me, but she doesn’t speak or move to thread her fingers through my hair.

She’s still asleep and though I know I shouldn’t wake her—it’s the first day she’s taken totally off in forever, and I’m sure she’d like to sleep in—I can’t help swirling my tongue around her nipple again. And again, teasing, flicking, dragging my teeth lightly over the sensitive tip until her moan turns into a whimper.

“Tank,” she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep. “First thing in the morning, huh?”

“I can stop,” I promise, starting to pull back.

But her hand molds to the back of my head, tangling in my hair, holding me in place. “Don’t you dare stop.”

With a smile, I whisper, “Wouldn’t dream of it, beautiful.” I shift my attention to her other breast, sucking harder, laving, before I trap the beautiful nipple I just left behind between my fingers, rolling it in circles.

Her spine bows with a sharp intake of breath. She lifts her hips, spreading her legs, offering me a silent invitation I have no intention of refusing.

I curse softly as I glide my fingers between her legs, where she’s already soaked, her clit swollen and begging for attention. And just like that, my mouth is watering for her like Pavlov’s dog.

“Can I taste you again?” I ask as I continue to tease her swollen pussy.

She arches a brow. “You think you have to ask?”

“Some women don’t like it,” I say, penetrating her with a single digit, loving the way she shivers in response. “Especially not as much as I like to do it. I could eat pussy all day…especially yours, Teach. You have an especially sweet and addictive little cunt.”

She makes a sound that’s half giggle, half turned on sigh. “I even like the way you say the ‘c’ word. What have you done to me? Everything about you drives me crazy, Grunty.”

I grunt, playing along, making her laugh as I kiss my way down her body. Then, I make her moan as I bury my face between her legs, licking her in long, slow strokes, savoring the taste of her. I keep at it until she’s squirming, writhing, bucking into my mouth as her fingers fist in the sheets.

Until my cock is so hard, I’m leaking pre-cum, but I’m not about to take this any farther until she gives me the rush I’m here for.

“Yes, oh God, yes,” she whimpers, her thighs trembling around my head.

I moan against her clit as I fuck her harder with my tongue, plunging in deep, then circling her clit until her breath is coming in short, desperate gasps. She’s getting close. I can feel it in the tension in her thighs, in the way her back arches off the bed, pressing her core even closer to my lips, my tongue.

“Yes, oh, Tank. Oh God, I’m coming. Coming so hard,” she cries out as she falls apart, her pussy clenching around my tongue as she comes, her juices flooding my mouth.

I drink her in, moaning in appreciation, my cock throbbing and my balls so heavy between my legs it’s almost painful.

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