Page 112 of Of Pucking Course

“Oh god…” she rasps.

“Pretend he’s here.” I run my tongue over her clit again. “Pretending he’s standing right here watching us. Show him how hard I make you come. Show him just how good you are without him.”

Her legs tremble. I swirl my tongue over her throbbing clit softly, over and over. I kick up the speed of her vibrator and hold it steady inside of her. It’s not long before her entire body is shaking.

“Sam, oh my god, I’m gonna come again…”

A second later, she explodes. She thrashes against the bed, screaming my name so loud my ears ring.

She’s so fucking loud. God, is it hot. It’s so fucking hot seeing her like this, completely undone, totally lost to the pleasure I’m giving her.

I give her one more slow lick, savoring her sweet taste before I pull away. Slowly, I pull her vibrator out of her pussy and turn it off.

I drink in the sight of her splayed out on the bed, her chocolate brown hair a mess of waves on the sheets, her skin flushed and sweaty, her eyes glazed over, her chest heaving.

She looks at me, and the focus in her brown eyes returns.

She flashes a sweet, shy smile. “You were right. I did have another orgasm in me.”

I chuckle and wipe my mouth, then I lean down and kiss her. “You did so good, beautiful.”

Her smile widens. She likes being complimented in the bedroom, which is good because I love being the one to shower her in praise.

She sits up, her gaze falling to my rock-hard cock.

She scoots to the edge of the bed and grips the base of my dick in her silky hand. She aims those big brown eyes up at me and flashes a teasing smile. “My turn.”

She pumps my shaft in her hand while slowly swirling her tongue around the head of my cock,

Sofucking slowly.

She doesn’t take me deep into her mouth. She’s making out with the tip of my cock.

My breathing kicks up, getting more broken and ragged by the second as the pleasure simmers inside of me.

It’s the sweetest torture, being teased like this.

She pumps me harder and faster in her hand until that heat gathers at the base of my spine. The pressure in my cock and balls crests and I explode.

Dakota sits with her open mouth just inches away from my dick, her candy-pink tongue sticking out. Reams of come shoot out of me and land on her mouth and tongue and tits. I roar, sounding like a feral animal, but I can’t help it. This is so goddamn hot, painting her pretty mouth and tits in my release.

When I finish, I’m panting. I rest my hands on my hips as I catch my breath. With her gaze still locked on mine, she licks her lips.

“Yum,” she says in a soft, sweet voice. I’m on the verge of passing out. This has to be a dream. Dakota is so sweet and sexy and dirty, I can barely take it.

I grab her and pull her up so I can kiss her. I crash my lips against hers, moaning into her mouth.

“You’re gonna kill me with how fucking sexy you are,” I say against her mouth between kisses. She giggles.

We get cleaned up and crawl into bed. I fall asleep with my arms wrapped around her, cuddling her into my chest, in utter disbelief that this amazing woman is mine.

The sound of the doorbell wakes me up.

I groan softly and glance down at Dakota sleeping in my arms. I smile at how peaceful and cute she looks.

The doorbell rings again, and I look at the clock on the nightstand. It’s not even eight in the morning. Who the hell is at my door this early?

I slowly slide out of bed, careful not to wake Dakota. I tuck the blankets around her and quietly shut the bedroom door behind me. I walk down the hall into the living room, stopping by my dresser to grab a pair of gym shorts. Once I throw them on, I jog over to the front door and answer it.

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