Page 107 of Desperate Pucker
There’s a flicker in my chest at what that all might mean, but I push it aside.
I can’t have a relationship, not now. Not when my sole focus needs to be hockey. I don’t know how long I have left in this league, so I want to make the years that I have count. It’s my whole life, my passion, the only thing I have time to prioritize in my life.
A tiny ping of doubt swirls through me. Now that we’ve defined things between us even more, it feels a lot closer to a relationship…something I said I didn’t want.
Then why does it make me so happy to know that I’m the only one who gets to be with her?
I quiet the thoughts swirling around in my brain and refocus on Maddy. On how sexy she looks, her skin flushed, her eyes big, and her hair messy. She looks utterly wrecked, and it’s so fucking sexy.
She stares up at my hard dick.
“Tell me, princess. Has anyone made you squirt before?”
She shakes her head. “Nobody.”
“You squirt just for me. Only for me. Understand?”
Her doe eyes hold my gaze as she nods.
“Good girl. Now open up.”
Her lips part.
“Tell me how bad you want this cock, princess.”
“So, so bad, Ryker. I need it.”
Flames flicker up my spine hearing her beg for my dick.
“Beg for it. Beg for my cock like the good girl that you are.”
“Please, Ryker,” she whines. Her chest rises and falls with the desperate breaths she takes. “Give me your cock. I’ll do anything for it. Please. I can’t live without it. I’m desperate for?—”
I push the head of my cock into her mouth, cutting her off. Her eyelids flutter as she moans.
I groan, feeling her soft, wet, warm mouth squeeze around the head of my cock.
“Almost as desperate as I am for you, princess.”
She whimpers, and her gorgeous eyes roll to the back of her head. After a second, she relaxes her mouth, taking more of me.
I feed her inch after inch, until I’m almost fully in.
Pleasure rockets through me. Every muscle in my body is tense with need. Every inch of my skin is hot.
Slowly, I glide out of her mouth, then in again. I shiver at how soft and warm and wet she is.
“Your mouth is heaven.”
She moans around me, then reaches up and grabs my hip, pushing me farther inside. When I hit the back of her throat, my knees buckle. When she swallows, the head of my dick pulses.
“Jesus fucking Christ…” I mutter. I’m on the verge of collapsing.
A second later, she pushes me out completely. I almost curse at the loss of her warmth and wetness, but then she sticks her tongue out and swirls it around the head. Slowly. Teasingly. Like she’s toying with me.
My brain starts to splinter.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” I mutter
