Page 39 of Desperate Pucker
The corner of my mouth hooks up. This time, when I press my mouth to hers, she parts her lips open for me.
My tongue teases hers, and she lets out a quiet, needy moan.
Oh, fuck.
Is this the sound she makes every time she kisses? Because it’s sexy as fuck and it’s making my dick hard.
Slowly, I lap my tongue against hers. Like I’m licking an ice cream cone.
She tastes so sweet. Like candy.
Her cheeks burn hot in my palms. She wraps her hands around my wrists and swoops her tongue deeper in my mouth.
I smile against her lips.Message received, princess.
Cupping her face, I tilt her head back, deepening our kiss. I let my mouth and tongue get filthy. I give her a soft nibble on her bottom lip before gliding my tongue into her mouth once more. I tease against her, toying and playing, kissing her breathless.
She’s breathing harder now, but not in that uncontrolled, panicked way she was a few minutes ago. She’s breathing like she’s turned on.
Her hands fall to my chest, and she grips the fabric of my jacket, pulling me closer.
“Is this helping?” I rasp against her mouth.
Another soft, needy noise slips from her mouth. I’m fully hard now.
“Yes,” she says, breathless. “But I want more.”
I lean back and look at her. “You’re so greedy, princess.”
I expect her to glower at me and tell me to fuck off, but she doesn’t. She just bites her bottom lip, fighting a smile as she aims a shy look at me. She looks so playful and cute right now, and it’s making my dick ache.
I kiss her harder, savoring the sweet noises she makes. I grip her waist, pulling her closer to me. She bumps against me, moaning. Then she does it again, pressing her lower half into me, grinding against my hard cock.
A feral sound rips from my throat.Christ. If she keeps doing that, I’m gonna come in my pants.
No way. I can’t humiliate myself like that in front of her.
So I grab her by the waist and press her against the elevator wall. She leans back, breaking our kiss to look up at me.
Her eyes are hazy and her lips are swollen from kissing me.
“You want more, princess?”
She nods. “Please.”
I close my eyes at how sexy that word sounds coming out of her mouth, so soft and breathy and whiny. Like she’s begging.
“Tell me what you want,” I say.
She swallows like she’s nervous. “I want you to touch me.”
“Where?”
“Between my legs,” she says in a soft, breathy voice. My cock turns to steel.
Holding her gaze, I thumb the button of her jeans. “You want me to fuck that sweet pussy with my fingers?”
Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips. She nods frantically.
