Page 160 of Desperate Pucker
With my hands on her waist, I press her against the closed door and kiss her. I tease her lush lips open with my tongue, my cock twitching when she whimpers into my mouth.
“That sound you make,” I grit out. “I can’t fucking take it.”
The corners of her mouth curve up in a teasing smile. When I pinch her nipple through my jersey, that smile drops. Her eyebrows crash together, and her mouth falls open. She gasps.
As much as I want to haul her over my shoulder, march down the hall to her bedroom, and fuck her, I want to make her come over and over more. Giving Maddy orgasms is an addiction. No matter how many I give her, it’s never enough for me.
I slip my hand up the jersey and pull down the cup of her bra, then give her nipple a pinch. She whines.
I graze the thumb of my other hand over her clit, through her jeans. Her knees buckle.
“You could come like this, couldn’t you?”
She nods. I pinch her nipple, harder this time, while dragging my thumb roughly over her jeans, right over her clit.
I sink my teeth into the side of her neck, right where her impossibly soft skin meets her shoulder. She whimpers, which turns into a cry, then a scream.
She’s shaking against me. Her eyes are half-open and she’s breathing hard.
I scoop her into my arms and carry her past the living room toward her bedroom.
I glance over at Bruce, who’s snoozing on the couch.
“Looks like we didn’t even wake him up,” I say.
She smiles. “He’s a heavy sleeper.”
When I set her on the bed, I drop to my knees and pull off her shoes and jeans and panties. She leans up on her elbows, gazing up at me with those doe eyes.
“Flip over on your stomach and get on your knees. Ass up.”
She bites her lip, which is curved up in a teasing smile. A second later, she does what I say and gets into position.
Her perfect, plump ass is just inches from my face. My mouth waters, and my dick is hard as concrete.
I run my gaze up her back, zeroing in on my name and my number.
St. George. Number seven.
Mine.
I palm her cheek. “So fucking perfect.” I lean down and kiss her satin skin. “I’m gonna eat your ass, princess.”
There’s a soft gasp.
“Is that okay with you?
“Yeah,” she says softly.
“Have you done this before?”
“No,” she says just as quietly.
“Are you nervous?”
“A little.”
I drop another soft kiss on her ass cheek. I feel her relax under my lips.
