Page 62 of Of Pucking Course

I smile at how happy she sounds. I lie on the bed next to her. “I’m so proud of you.”

She giggles. “Me? You did all the work.”

I shake my head. “I wouldn’t call that work. It was a hell of a good time.”

She laughs again. “I can’t believe how easy it was.”

I brush a chunk of hair out of her face. “Sometimes you just have to try different things to know what works for your body.”

We’re quiet for a moment as we look at each other.

“I wasn’t too loud, was I?” she asks.

I cup her cheek in my hand. “There’s no such thing as too loud in bed.”

She flashes a teasing, giddy smile. “What if there’s a shared wall and people are sleeping in the other room?”

“That’s what ball gags are for.”

She bursts out laughing.

“Kidding. I’d rather clamp my hand over your mouth to keep you quiet if the noise level is an issue.”

Her eyes are glittery as she gazes at my mouth. She traces her fingers along my lips. “We haven’t kissed yet,” she says softly.

“You’re right. We haven’t.”

“Can I kiss you?”

I smile at the shyness in her voice. “Yes.”

Slowly, she presses her mouth against mine. I hum at the softness of her lips.So fucking soft.Just like her skin and hair. Jesus, she’s soft all over and it’s enough to make me lose my goddamn mind.

With my tongue, I gently part open her mouth and tease her tongue with mine. It’s not long before the intensity ramps up. Our tongues are getting filthier by the second, and our breathing is turning ragged. She’s clawing at my chest, and I’m digging my fingers in the soft curve of her hips.

“Sam,” she rasps against my mouth.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can I suck your dick?”

Chapter 21

Sam

Aferal sound rips from my throat at hearing Dakota beg for my dick in that whiny, desperate voice.

I wasn’t planning on letting her do anything to me tonight. This was supposed to be all about her.

But it’s crystal clear that she wants more—that she wants me.

Need pulses through me, pooling in my cock and balls. Who the hell am I kidding? I want her too. So fucking bad.

My head spins at how quickly things between us have changed. Half an hour ago, we were just friends. Dakota was the little sister of my best friend and teammate. I never thought she’d be anything more.

But now we’ve shattered that “friends” label to pieces. And I don’t regret it. Not for a minute.

Because I finally get to have her in exactly the way I’ve fantasized about for years. That probably makes me a creep. I don’t care.

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