Page 82 of The Puckable Playbook

“Fuck,” he breathes, ripping his lips from mine. “You’re so responsive.”

My nails sink into his skin. Heart thundering, I peer over, pressing my thighs together to somehow recapture the feeling. When nothing works, I pout. “What happened? Why did you stop?”

“It’s called teasing, sweetheart. Don’t you worry. You’re going to have more.”

He rolls my back to the bed, following after. Spreading my legs, he teases my clit while he kisses a trail down my chest, stopping at my rib cage and making his way over to the curve of my breast.

He flicks his tongue across my nipple, and my hips jerk up when he closes his mouth over me, his tongue circling.

“Zaiah. I want to feel you. Please.”

“Feel what?”

“Your dick, baby. Your dick.”

“Not this?” He drives two fingers inside me, pumping as I grip his shoulders and hang on. He doesn’t stop until I’m breathing heavily, the familiar sensations swirling through me.

“Oh,” I cry. “Please.”

He strokes inside me a couple more times, then retreats again, leaving me empty.

“Zaiah,” I groan.

“I want to feel this perfect pussy come around me.” He reaches into the condom box and brings one out. After ripping it open, he slides it down his length. I watch him between my legs, a thrilling sensual picture. He fists his cock, moving his grip up and down. “Did you think about this?”

I nod. My skin buzzes in anticipation, my hips searching for something that isn’t there yet.

“You touched yourself, naughty girl?”

I moan, something about his words firing up my nerve endings. “So many times.”

He grabs my hips, tugging me closer. The head of his dick rubs against my clit, and I jump. The sensation doesn’t stop, and I stare down to find him fisting his tip in circles over my clit.

Warmth spreads through me. My knees fall to the mattress, and I grip the sheets in my hands. “Zaiah, are you trying to drive me crazy?”

“One hundred percent.”

“It’s working.” I moan. “I want to feel you.”

“You wouldn’t believe the view I have of you right now, Len. You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. Tell me you believe it.”

I swallow, trying to imagine what he sees. I’m desperate for him. Flushed. Squirming.

His voice grows darker. “Tell me.”

I shift on the bed, and he follows, still keeping the same maddening swirls.

“You’re gorgeous. I want to fuck you so badly. Sink my dick into your pretty pussy. You feel the connection, don’t you?”

I nod, breathless.

“So beautiful. You were made for me.”

I moan as the heat starts to envelop me. It’s everywhere and growing stronger. Building. Building.

“Say it.”

“I was made for you.”

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