Page 122 of The Pucking Arrangement

“Lift,” I say, pulling the sweater over her head, and she obeys willingly, baring an expanse of smooth, soft skin and two perky tits begging me to lick.

“No bra,” I growl, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, down between her breasts, my tongue tracing heat over every dip and curve and finally settling on a tight little furl pointing at me eagerly.

She’s already a mess beneath me, twisting in the sheets. Her hips roll up to meet mine, her breath coming fast. “Dmitri,” she pleads, fingers tunneling into my hair.

“Shhh,” I murmur, dragging my teeth over her skin, reveling in the way she trembles beneath me. “You’re always so impatient,solnyshko.”

“You’re edging me again.” She pouts, milky thighs locked around my hips. “And you know what I want.”

I chuckle, low and dark. “Tell me anyway.”

“You,” she snaps impatiently. “I want your cock inside of me.”

I groan, lifting up just enough to slide her pants and panties off, leaving her completely bare, sprawled beneath me to feast on. Slowly, I work my way down her body with gentle brushes of my lips until I reach her clit.

“Such a pretty naked pussy.” I drag my tongue up the length of her bare opening, pushing two fingers in, playing in her wetness until I reach her clit and gently bite it. She nearly jumps off the bed, but my hands hold her firmly in place. I lick and suck until my face is covered in her juices, circling her clit with my tongue. Mysolnyshkois jumping my face, incoherently begging. She’s soaked, twisting and writhing and arching into my touch, and I curl a finger, seeking that spot that unravels her.

“God, Dmitri?—”

“That’s what you need, huh?” I lap at her as I put her trembling legs over my shoulders, opening her wider.

Her body convulses as the orgasm rips through her in waves, bumps rising on her skin, and I stay between those glorious thighs, sucking and lapping through her peak until she stops convulsing around my tongue.

“You are pretty when you come,solnyshko,” I say as I lift up and tug my T-shirt over my head, sliding my pants and boxers down in one fluid movement. I lean over her, letting her taste herself on my mouth before I flip us over so that she’s straddling my waist.

“Come sit on my cock,” I demand, holding my shaft in my hand, pumping my swollen crown and guiding it to her glistening entrance. But she’s not obedient anymore, smiling wickedly and leaning over me.

“Big guy is an appropriate name for you, Papa Bear.” She smirks and trails her hot breath down my chest, teasing my nipple with her nail. “And now I want to lick and suck your big dick.”

“Der’mo, solnyshko, open up for me,” I grind, teetering on the edge just from hearing her filthy talk. Without hesitation, she parts her pink lips and swirls her tongue over the head of my pulsating rod. She fists the base, licking me, then swallows my tip, pushing it down her throat and gagging. Her eyes water, her lashes fluttering as she looks up at me, and damn, the sight of her is enough to shred every ounce of control I have left in me. I fist her hair and tug.

“Come up and take me in that tight cunt,” I growl, thundering need building up. “Or I’ll come all over that pretty face.”

But mysolnyshkois a brat tonight, and she just digs her nails into my thighs and bats her lashes, taking me deeper into her throat and sucking me down. Hot tears pool in her eyes, and I grab her face, tensing my core in a last-ditch attempt to maintain control. After another stroke of her tongue, I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist, teasing my crown with her wet cunt.

“Fuck,solnyshko,” I hiss, and she slowly lowers and embeds me in her heat. Her tight channel hugs and caresses me as she begins moving up and down, circling her hips.

“Open those pretty eyes,solnyshko. Look at what I’m doing to you.” She lowers her gaze, heavy lidded, looking at our bodies connecting. I slam my hips up, holding her firmly. I withdraw and slam into her again, her body rocking over me as I bury myself deep inside of her. She moves, her tits bouncing, dragging her nails over my chest.

“More,” she begs, whimpering and closing her eyes again.

“Eyes on me.” I slide back out, then push back in as she looks at me, her gaze hooded. Her trembling thighs squeeze around me. My eyes are glued to her tits, swaying with each snap of my hips.

“Fuck, Dmitri.”

There’s not a whisper of space between our sexes. We are both desperate as we’re grabbing and scraping and grinding at each other.

“Are you ready to give me what I want?” She nods, her back arching, her hands pressed on my chest. She lifts up, then inches down, changing the pace. My hands slide to her hips, digging into her flesh and moving her where I want her. “You take me so good. Will you come for me again? Milk my cock with that tight little cunt.”

“Yes, yes,” she cries out, and I lift up to hit a different angle as she tenses around me, shudders racking her perfect body, her tight channel squeezing me.

I slow my thrusts and flip her over, fucking her slowly through her orgasm. Once she is done thrashing, I cup her ass in my hands and drive back in. She’s whimpering as I set a punishing pace, slamming into her until my muscles contract. The churning in my balls fires up my shaft as I erupt in a heart-stopping burst, spilling into her and marking her as mine.

I’m not ready for things between us to be over.

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Dawn barely touches the windows when the unmistakable sound of tiny feet thunders down the hall. Years of early practices make it impossible for me to sleep past six, even on rare off days like this. But Erin is still curled against my chest, her copper hair spread across my pillow like wildfire, and for once, I have nowhere to be until tomorrow’s game.

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