Page 59 of Puck Love

“That’s it, country. Spread your gorgeous fucking thighs for me.” Van’s strokes become firmer, probing, his fingers delving deeper into my entrance despite the damp fabric of my panties. I gasp, my mouth falling open. “Christ, you’re already soakingwet.”

He withdraws his hand, and pressing it to his nose, he inhales as he closes his eyes. My legs tremble. My heart skips over a beat when he does this. It’s the strangest thing, and yet, it’s the most erotic scene I’ve everwitnessed.

“You’re shaking like a leaf.” He slides his big palm up and down mythigh.

“You’re a little intimidating,” I say with a nervouslaugh.

“I got you, Stella. I’m gonna take real good care ofyou.”

I nod because I have no words to convey all the things I’m feeling. Van slips his fingers in my panties and drags them down my thighs, and they join my leggings on the floor. I begin to unbutton my shirt, but he shoves my hands away, and I let him because I’ve never had a man undress me before. His deft fingers work quickly and in seconds, the flannel falls away from my shoulders and my breasts are bared to him. He squeezes them, a little rougher than I expected. A startled cry escapes me, but he rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefingers and I practicallymelt.

Van pulls me closer, rubs his beard across the soft skin of my belly, and all my fears are swallowed up by need. My nerves are electric as he turns me to face the room. Confused, I’m about to turn around again when his hand comes to rest at the base of my spine. He pushes me forward, and I have no choice but to brace my arms against the coffee table or fall forward into it. Van groans. His hand slaps my ass, and I jump about ten feet in the air. I feel him behind me, his breath on my back, his hands on my hips. My skin prickles with heat and fear as the anticipation destroys myheart.

“The night I met you, I wondered if you’d taste as sweet as you looked. Guess now I get to find out,” he says in that sexy graveled tone. I swallow hard and hold my breath, waiting,dyingevery second that he isn’t touching me. He wraps one hand around my thighs and pulls me closer, parting my cheeks with the other. His tongue darts out to lick me from front to back, and I feel as if my legs have turned to Jell-O.

“Mmm, just as sweet as you look,” he whispers and buries his face in me, licking and sucking, and I’ve never felt anything like it. This beats the high of a stadium filled with fans singing my song back to me or having the number-one record in the country. This feeling tops everything in the history of ever.Jesus, what the hell have I been missing out on all thistime?

I close my eyes and just enjoy his mouth on me, but already I’m tensing to come. I’ve had orgasms before, obviously. Some nights on the tour bus, all I can do to settle myself after the high of a show is to take matters into my own hands. But this is unlike anything I’ve everfelt.

“Van, oh god,” I moan, but his ministrations come to a standstill. He pulls away and turns me to face him. “I wanna see your face when you come, and I definitely want to watch your lips as you cry myname.”

He pulls me down onto his lap and I tumble against him. Our lips meet, and he tastes like me. His beard is slick with my arousal. I kiss him hard, and he kisses me back, all the while unfastening his jeans. I lift my hips and glance between us. He’s big, hard, and deliciously thick. It may very well be the prettiest penis I’ve ever seen. I take him in my hands and stroke the velvet length, and then I decide that I want to do something I never have. I ease off his lap and settle into the space between hislegs.

“What are youdoing?”

“Returning thefavor.”

“Jesus,” he murmurs, as I take him between my lips. He sucks in a sharp breath, and I slowly work up and down the length of him. He’s too big to wrap my whole mouth around, so I slide my hand along his shaft in time with my lips. I don’t know if I’m as good as half of the women he’s been with, but he fists his hand in my hair and his moans are low and guttural, so I take that as positive reinforcement. Before long, he gently pulls me away, and I worry that I’ve hurthim.

“Did I do somethingwrong?”

“No, babe. It’s not you. That fucking hot little mouth of yours was two seconds away from making me come, and I need a little more time with youyet.”

“I’m not goinganywhere.”

“I get that, but I’m not willing to come before youdo.”

“Oh.” Butterflies whoosh through my belly. I bite my bottom lip. “Okay.”

“Why don’t you climb on up here, eh?” Van takes hold of my wrists and pulls me closer. His length presses against my stomach, and the anticipation ties me all in knots. He guides himself to my entrance, and slips against me, the head of his cock rubbing my clit, teasing me. I flex my hips, wanting more of that delicious friction. Thankfully, Van seems content to let me writhe in his lap. He grabs my ass and grinds his hips in time with my own. I close my eyes, feel his gaze on my body, and his longing, the need to be as close as we can get. I feel it, too. I lift my hips as he grabs his cock, positions himself outside my entrance, and slowly pushes in. I suck in a sharp breath. It’s too much. The fullness of him, the position, the angle. I can’t breathe, and I tense allover.

“Stella, I’ve got you. Just breathe, babe. You’re gonna come for me all night.” He glides his thumb over my clit, and my body jerks. Heat builds low in my belly. I moan as he pistons his hips. He pumps into me, slow, bitterly sweet. As I start to adjust and accommodate more of him, his thrusts become harder, faster, until pleasure is spiked with pain, and all I can do is give myself over to it. Van presses his head to my breasts, sucks my nipple, and the sounds that come from my mouth are animal, primal, and like nothing I’ve ever heard before. I come, hard, and a beat later he follows me over the edge and into the sweetabyss.

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