Page 29 of Wilder Puck
Rock.
Hard.
I can’t ever unsee this.
She’s beautiful.
Perfect.
Solid ten out of ten.
My dick presses against my underwear as I stare.
Her boobs are fucking perfect.
She has a tan line that I want to lick.
This is happening, and it’s happening fast. One moment we’re flirting and now this. I clear my throat, looking at her eyes now. I quickly yank my shirt off to match her. As her eyes glide down my body, I wonder if she’s attracted to me.
I look down again, and my dick throbs at the sight. “Usually.” I gulp. “I take off their shirts.” I nod.Yup, that’s typically my job.“It happens naturally while kissing.”
She shrugs. “I like to take off my own shirt.”
“Okay.” I nod anxiously. I had no idea she had this under her shirt. I mean, obviously she has boobs, but they look like this? God, I’m a complete idiot. “I like to take mine off too.”
She smirks in a way I’ve seen a thousand times, and my balls are clenching at the sight. This is new territory, and I’m scared to fuck it up. Now that smirk is making my dick extra hard.
She reaches for her shirt and throws it back on. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”
It happens so fast that I’m speechless like whiplash. She’s taking off her top one second and then changing her mind the next. When she stands, I call out her name. “Ads.”
She walks toward the hallway. “Forget about it.”
I follow her, not bothering to reach for my shirt. I grab her wrist and force her to stop before she can step into the bathroom. “Addison,” I say sternly as my palm cups her neck. I lick my lips as I lean down. “I’m sorry. I know I’m hesitating.”
“Yeah, you are,” she sasses. And I press my body against hers until she reaches the wall behind her.
“I still want to be your best friend.” My dick is pressed against her, and it feels so fucking good to be this close to her.
“You’ll always be my best friend.”
I nod. “I’m scared I’ll fuck it up.”
“I thought you were a yes man?” she teases.
I smile, licking my lips again. “I am, but this is different.”
“I’m nothing special. I need the practice too.”
Great. She needs the practice too? For who?
But in reality, I would never treat her like I would a girlfriend because she is so much more. She’s Baddie Addie, the bestest friend anyone could ever ask for. Ads, the most down to earth, real, honest person in the world. Addison, the most beautiful woman I have the pleasure of knowing inside and out. We have an unmatchable bond, I see that now.
I say, “You are special, and you aren’t just any girlfriend.”
“But if I was.”
I rest my forehead on her, watching her carefully. “But you aren’t.” My fingers glide down her shoulders and onto her arms. “Baddie,” I mutter, closing my eyes now. “Please fucking kiss me.”
