Page 97 of The Puckable Playbook

My breathing ratchets up. The force of my strokes jiggles her breasts, and I reach up to pull the cups down so I can watch them move uninhibited. “Tell me what you want,” I grind out.

“This,” she says, still meeting me, her fingertips digging into my skin. “Just like this.”

“You like the feel of me?”

She moans, the sound drawn out, and then a short cry flies from her mouth like an exclamation point.

I keep my gaze on her, sweat dotting my brow. I could come inside her now. Lose myself in her.

“Babe…”

“I’m almost there,” she pants, as if she can read my mind. “Please don’t stop. God, don’t stop.”

Fuck it. I’m never stopping.

I lift up, pistoning my hips until her eyes widen again. “Zaiah!”

My name on her lips only encourages me. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Mmm.”

“So fucking good, sweetie. Will you come for me?”

“Oh.”

We meet a few more times, and as soon as I feel her pussy squeeze my dick, I come too, the passion on her face and the noises escaping her fueling my orgasm. Her body grips me, and I rock into her until the convulsing stops.

Arms heavy, I drop my head next to her on the bed. “Shit, Len.”

She wraps her arm around me, working her fingers up my neck and into my hairline. “That was hot.”

Her pussy squeezes my dick again, and I groan. “Are you doing that?”

“You can feel it?”

I shudder again. “Oh, I fucking feel it.”

Standing, I pull her with me, then dip down to scoop her up, carrying her into her bathroom. Clothes are everywhere, and I step around them to walk her into the shower. It isn’t big by any means, but we make it work. She unclasps her bra and throws it out at the last second before the spray comes on.

“We should do that again.”

I grin into her neck. “Quick? Hot?”

“I was going with passionate.”

“That too.”

She shivers in my arms. “Thanks for making me puckable.”

I snicker into her neck, kissing her there. “Thank you for believing in me. For everything.”

“Of course, Zaiah. You’re going to do it.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Len

Izzy plops downas the buzzer marking the end of the second period blares around us. She sighs. “Is it me or is my brother playing like shit?”

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