Page 78 of Desperate Pucker
“It wasn’t an hour straight. I take breaks to kiss and fuck and do other stuff.”
Curiosity flares up in her gray-blue eyes.
“If you don’t want to do it because you genuinely don’t enjoy it, that’s fine, Maddy. We don’t have to. But I don’t want you to avoid it because you’re scared you’ll take too long. Or because you’re worried I won’t like. I promise, I’m going to fucking love it.”
She runs her tongue along her lush bottom lip. “Okay,” she rasps. “But can we kiss for a little bit longer?”
“We can do anything you want, princess.”
She leans in and kisses me, slow and teasing. I cup her face and swoop my tongue against hers. Fuck, she tastes good. So sweet and soft.
She drags her fingers down my chest, tugging at the hem of my shirt, then slides her hands up my abs.
“I love your muscles,” she says against my mouth.
My ego swells. It feels really damn good that a woman as sexy and beautiful as Maddy likes my body.
I lean up and pull off my shirt. Her eyes turn glittery as she drags her gaze over my body.
“Whoa…” She runs her fingers through the burst of hair at the center of my chest.
Then she leans forward and kisses my pec. I groan and grip her chin, pulling her face back up to me. I kiss her.
“Your turn, princess. Lose the shirt.”
She smiles and leans back, then takes off the hoodie she’s wearing. She’s got this pretty pink bra with lace in the front, making it practically see-through.
I let out a rough grunt. Fuck, that’s sexy.
I cup my hand over her tits and run my thumb over her nipple. She closes her eyes and her head falls back.
“So fucking pretty.” I lean forward and kiss her shoulder. When I run my tongue along her skin, she gasps.
I yank down the cup of her bra. Her tit spills out, and my mouth waters at the sight of her peachy-pink nipple
“I need your perfect tits in my mouth.”
She nods. “Please.”
I lean forward and swirl my tongue around the hard bud. Above me, she inhales sharply, then lets out a shaky breath.
With my other hand, I reach between her legs and circle my thumb where her clit is.
“How’s this feel?” I say against her skin.
“Incredible…”
I lean back and for a second, I just look at her. Pale skin flushed pink, her eyes hazy with arousal, her nipples hard.
I lower my face to her other nipple and tease her with my tongue while thumbing her clit. Her breath turns ragged, and she tugs her hands through my hair.
“Ryker…” My name is a whispered plea on her lips, and it’s making me hard as fucking steel.
“I wanna go down on you now,” I say. “Would that be okay?”
She looks at me and nods. I lift her off me, kneel on the floor, and lay her down on the couch.
Slowly, I peel off her leggings. When I see the wet spot on her pink thong, a feral noise rips from my throat.
