Page 146 of Desperate Pucker
She giggles. “You said that the first time we had sex. It can’t be the best every time.”
“With you, it can.”
Emotion flashes in her eyes. She bites back a shy smile.
Slowly, I pull out of her and lean on my knees. Her legs fall together, but I shake my head and tap my finger on her knee.
“Open up those legs, princess. I wanna see.”
Her cheeks flush, almost like she’s nervous.
“I wanna see my come dripping out of your gorgeous pussy,” I growl. “Show me. Now.”
A shy smile dances across her plush mouth. She spreads her legs apart, and I lean down to look.
That possession feeling blasts through me once more.
“Fuck. So hot,” I mutter before lying next to her on the bed. She gives me a giddy smile before sliding off the side of the bed and padding to the master bathroom.
When she comes back, I wrap my arms around her. I bury my face in her neck and breathe in her scent. The citrusy floral aroma of her perfume. The sweetness of her sweat. The smell of me all over her.
“So far, I really like being your girlfriend,” Maddy says in a sleepy voice.
I kiss her shoulder. “I’m glad.”
She yawns. “I’m tired.”
I kiss her shoulder again. “Go to sleep.”
A minute later, she falls asleep in my arms.
“What are you making?” Maddy asks as she hugs me from behind.
“Chicken pot pie.”
“It smells amazing.”
“Wanna try some?” I hold up the wooden spoon with chicken, veggies, and gravy.
She takes a bite and hums. “So yummy.”
I kiss her mouth and go back to stirring. She sits on the counter next to the stove.
“I like this.” A cute smile dances on her lips.
“Like what?”
“You cooking dinner for me after fucking my brains out.”
I wink at her. “I like it too.”
I pour the chicken and veggie mixture into the pie pan and top it with puff pastry dough. I slide it into the oven, then step over to her. I stand between her legs and grab her by the waist.
“You look fucking adorable.” I glance down at her wearing one of my Bashers t-shirts and a pair of my boxers. My heart bounces around in my chest when I see her in my clothes.
She rests her hands on my shoulders. “Your clothes are so comfy. I’m glad you don’t mind me wearing them.”
“You can wear them whenever you want.”
