Page 84 of One Good Puck
I feed her inch after inch. “How far can you take me, sweetness?”
She moans, and the vibrations from her mouth amp up the pleasure coursing through my dick. I feel her mouth and tongue relax. When I hit the back of her throat, I grunt.
“Oh, fuck…” I rasp. “You can take all of me, can’t you?”
She offers a muffled, “Mmhmm.”
Slowly, she glides me in and out of her mouth. She grips the base of my cock with her silky hand while running her tongue up and down my shaft.
Heat simmers in my balls and along the base of my spine. My body is tense with pleasure, all from her mouth and tongue.
I count backward from a thousand, then do long division. I try to recite every Stanley Cup champion in history in my head. Anything to make myself last as long as possible.
It’s a fool’s errand, though. I’m not going to last even five minutes in her mouth.
When she sucks on the head of my cock, a feral noise rips from my throat.
I was wrong. I’m not even going to last three minutes.
“Abby…sweetness…you keep that up and I’m gonna come…”
She moans and nods her head slightly, letting me know that’s exactly what she wants.
I glance down at her, savoring how gorgeous she looks in this moment: her hazel-green eyes big and bright, her pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock.
“Okay then, sweetness. Can I come on your tits?”
She gives another nod, sucking me harder.
My eyes roll back, and I have to tense all the muscles in my legs to keep from collapsing.
With every ounce of control I possess, I pull out of her mouth, panting.
“Get on your knees. Let me see those gorgeous tits,” I grit out.
She gets up and holds her breasts in her hands. She bites her lip, her gaze fixed on my cock. Then her gaze flits up to me. She smiles.
My brain is on the verge of exploding as I hold my aching dick in my hand. This woman. So fucking sweet and sexy and cute and innocent and naughty, all at once.
My fantasy come true.
Pleasure rams through me as I jerk my dick. It hits me so hard that I almost fall over. But I manage to stay upright as I come, painting Abby’s breasts with my release. With my free hand, I grab her hair and hold it back, so I don’t get it dirty.
I let out a rough, loud, animal sound. My brain splinters into a thousand pieces, and every muscle in my body is tight. My ears ring and my vision turns fuzzy.
I blink quickly and hunch over, struggling to catch my breath as I start to come down from the most intense orgasm I can remember having in a long, long time.
When I can see again, I take in the sight in front of me: Abby looking at me with that sexy, wide-eyed stare, my come all over her breasts.
I feel like a beast who just marked his territory.
Mine.
Except she’s not mine. And this is the only time we’ll ever do this.
I push down the disappointed feeling that resurfaces once more. I reach out and rub my thumb against her nipple.
“You’re gonna give me a heart attack, sweetness.”
