Page 127 of Of Pucking Course

Dakota: You are infuriatingly hot, Sam McKesson.

Me: I could say the same for you. You’re a damn goddess.

She replies with a blushing emoji.

Dakota: Would you think I’m a total perv if I tell you that I’m going to touch myself to this photo of you tonight?

A strangled noise lodges in my throat.

Me: Nope. That’s actually insanely sexy. And perfect because I’m definitely going to jerk off to that photo you sent me.

Me: I’ll delete it once I’m done, of course.

Dakota: You don’t have to do that. I trust you, Sam. I know you wouldn’t do anything bad with that photo of me.

My heart skids in my chest knowing that she trusts me this much.

Me: Okay. Thank you. But if you change your mind, I’m happy to delete it. Just say the word.

Dakota: I appreciate you saying that :) Now go and jerk off to that sexy photo of me ;)

Me: So bossy.

Dakota: Just like you.

I pull off my shirt and lie back. Phone in hand, I scroll back up to Dakota’s photo. I tap it so it fills up the entire screen.

I zero in on her gorgeous candy-pink nipples. I give my hard dick a rough tug as I imagine swirling my tongue around them. My mouth waters remembering the sweet taste of her skin. When I think about the soft, pleading way she whimpers, I groan.

She’s so cute and so fucking sexy.

My balls tense as the pressure inside of me intensifies. There’s no way I’m going to last more than a couple of minutes. That’s how hot Dakota gets me. Just staring at her perfect tits and pussy is enough to push me over the edge.

The pleasure builds in my lower abdomen as I focus on her pussy. So pink, so pretty, so fucking warm and wet…

My brain pulls up the memory of teasing her clit with my tongue, of savoring her sweetness, of lapping up her perfect cunt as she writhed underneath me…

I pump my fist faster and harder. I can feel release threatening, just over the horizon. I’m a minute away, max.

I think about her beautiful brown eyes rolling to the back of her head, her tan skin flushing red, how loud she is when she comes, the way she screams my name, loud enough to wake the entire city…

Release slams into me. I growl, jerking my cock hard as reams of come shoot onto my stomach. When I finish, I’m panting and dizzy.

“Holy fuck,” I mutter to myself. I toss my phone to the side and grab the tissue box from the nightstand and clean myself up.

I zip myself back up and for a minute, I just lie there and catch my breath. My breathing starts to even out, but my heart still feels like it’s bouncing around in my chest.

That’s the effect Dakota has on me. Just thinking about her makes my heart beat faster. And not just because she’s beautiful and we have insane chemistry in the bedroom.

But because she’s kind and thoughtful and funny and tenacious. Because she goes out of her way to make me feel special and seen and cared for in a way no one else has.

For years, I had a crush on Dakota. From the second I met her, I liked her.

Now my feelings for her are growing deeper by the second.

My chest goes tight, and my heartbeat speeds up even more. In this moment, it’s crystal clear.

And I’m falling hard for Dakota.

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