Page 50 of Forbidden Puck
“Ineedto taste you,” I roared.
She nodded, and I slipped right off the couch and onto the floor.
I pulled her to the edge of the couch. She hiked up her dress and spread her legs. I grabbed hold of her white lace panties, pulled them down her legs, and tossed them thoughtlessly over my shoulder.
“Your pussy's so pretty,” I told her. Actually, it was beautiful, a work of art. Her pussy was so pink, with the cutest folds that glistened with her wetness. I didn't feel like I deserved it, likeanyman deserved it.
She didn't say anything, she just blushed. She was so cute. I knew she was a little shy, but then, she wanted this, too.
Gently, carefully, I ran the tip of my tongue up her silk-smooth lips. Her taste could drive a man insane: sweet like strawberries, and an intoxicating touch of salt and spice.
“You taste so fucking good, baby.”
She made the cutest sounds, stunned little gasps and feather-delicate moans, as I traced her folds and began to tease her clit.
I took my time. I wanted to savor her taste, her scent. But when her hips began to buck eagerly at my face, I knew what she wanted. I gave her my finger and gently pushed in, one torturous inch at a time.
“Oh my God,” she moaned.
When I tried to pull back out, she clamped herself tight on my finger, and I couldn't move an inch.
“God, you're tight.”
“Deeper,” she urged.
I didn't have a choice.
I finger-fucked her, slowly at first, but always building pace, always thrusting and licking with purpose.
Soon, she had her hands on the back of my head. She pulled my face against her mound, grinding her pussy wildly all over my mouth, slathering her sticky juices all over my mouth and lips and nose.
Her whole body trembled. “I'm coming!”
I buried myself in her, licking and sucking and finger-fucking, until her gasps grew to a crescendo of screams. “Yes, yes,yes!”
Her limbs thrashed and flailed, and her pussy quivered on my finger. And then it was over, and she was a gasping, smiling heap sinking into the new leather couch.
I pulled my finger out of her. It was covered in her cream. A primal urge possessed me and I sucked her juices right off my finger.
“Ooh,” she cooed, “you're so dirty, Ryan.”
“I love your taste.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit her lip, and she looked like she was thinking something over, when she finally blurted it out: “Do you have a condom?”
My manhood throbbed at the sound of those magic words.
“In my bedroom,” I answered, stunned.Was she really serious?
She jumped off the couch. “Let's go.”
She grabbed my hand and led me to my room.
My cock ached for her, but—fuck me if something about this situation didn't seem right. I shouldn't have her. I wasn't supposed to and I knew it.
“Ella …” I trailed off.
We stepped into my bedroom and she closed the door after me.
