Page 81 of Desperate Pucker
Pleasure simmers between my legs, hot and silky. It thrums through my body like electricity.
I never thought I could be like this, someone who comes easily. But I guess when you’re with the right guy—a guy who knows what he’s doing—it can happen.
And Ryker is exactly the right kind of guy. Really good with his hands. Really,reallygood with his mouth. Confident and communicative. Filthy too.
He flicks his tongue softly and slowly against my clit. It’s throbbing so hard, and I’m aching all over. It almost hurts to feel this much pleasure.
“I think I’ve figured you out, princess,” he rasps.
I let out a sob. I’m shaking. My entire body is trembling. I’m going to explode into a billion pieces. “What do you mean?”
“You like my tongue soft and slow and steady.” He dusts his soft lips inside of my thigh before he goes back to playing my clit like a fucking fiddle with his tongue.
I nod furiously as the pleasure expands, flying up my chest, making my throat tight. “Yes…just like that…don’t stop…”
He groans. A minute later, I come. Just like the first time, I’m wild.
He eases back and kisses down my thigh. “One more.”
“OhmygodRyker…” I’m so out of it, I’m babbling. This much pleasure is mind-bending.
He tongues my clit again, and it takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for me to come again—less than thirty seconds.
I tug both hands through his hair, desperate to hang on. I’ve never come this many times in a row before, and I feel like I’m on the verge of transcending dimensions.
I start to come down, but Ryker doesn’t let up. He keeps swirling his tongue slowly and gently over my clit, until another orgasm pummels me.
This time, I scream so loud my throat turns raw. White bursts cloud my vision. I can’t see straight for what feels like minutes.
When I can finally see again, I look up at Ryker.
I gasp for air, then speak.
“Wh…um, so…oh god…” I huff out a breath, then giggle.Oh my god. I came so hard, so many times, that I can’t speak. Ryker’s tongue broke me.
A rough chuckle rumbles from his mouth. “You okay, princess?”
I nod, then shake my head, then nod, then shrug.
“How about some water?” he asks. I nod again.
When he stands up, my eyes go wide at the massive bulge at the front of his pants. I swallow hard, unable to take my gaze off him.
When he returns, I sit up and drink the water.
“Feeling okay?”
“Yeah. I just lost the ability to think or speak after that many orgasms in a row.”
He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Good girl.”
I eye his lap, then reach up and palm his erection.
“Will you fuck my mouth now?”
A low groan rips from his throat. He closes his eyes. A heavy breath falls from his lips. A beat later, he looks at me.
“You like having your mouth fucked?”
