Page 82 of Desperate Pucker
I nod and swallow.
A wild look flashes in his eyes as his gaze drops to my mouth. He traces his finger over my lips.
“What else do you like, Maddy?”
“I like it when you tell me what to do. When you talk dirty. When you call me good girl.”
That wicked smile reappears. “Then get on your knees like a good fucking girl.”
Excitement flickers in my chest, and my clit throbs. He sits down on the couch, and I move so I’m between his legs. I unzip his jeans and pull out his rock-hard cock. I suck in a breath.
I shouldn’t be surprised. Ryker is huge, tall, and built like a brick wall. Of course he’d have a larger-than-average dick.
But to see it just inches from my face turns me on so much.
I breathe in. He smells like soap, clean and crisp. And whatever cologne he’s wearing—peppery, rainy, woodsy. So masculine and musky.
He reaches over and tucks my hair behind my ear, then gently grips my chin and tilts my face up to look at him.
“I’m dying to know what the inside of your smart little mouth feels like.” His voice is low and rough. It makes me hot all over.
He thumbs my bottom lip, his eyes wild. “Open it. Now, Maddy.”
I fight a smile at the demand in his voice. I part my lips and lean forward, grip the base of his cock with my hand, then swirl my tongue around the swollen head. I hum at the tang of precum, at his sharp intake of breath.
He mutters a curse, then slides his fingers in my hair. He tugs. “This okay?” he rasps.
I make a “mmhmm” nose and start to take the first few inches of him into my mouth. His thigh muscles twitch underneath my hand.
I suck lightly, closing my throat around him.
“Jesus fuck,” he grits out. His grip in my hair tightens, and he pushes my mouth farther down his shaft. I pump the lower part of his dick with my hand slowly as I work the top half of him in my mouth.
His breathing speeds up, turning rougher by the second.
“No fucking way…” He sounds bitter, almost angry.
I flatten my tongue and run it along the underside of his cock. He shudders, falling back against the couch.
I love this. I love being on my knees for him. I love knowing that my mouth is making him lose his mind.
I take even more of him. A second later, he pulls me off and lowers his face to mine. His eyes are wild and fiery, and for a second, all the good feelings disappear, leaving behind doubt.
I breathe hard. “Did I do something wrong?”
He doesn’t answer. He just presses the softest, sweetest kiss to the corner of my mouth, then another. Then he teases my lips open with his tongue.
“You’re perfect, Maddy. So fucking perfect,” he murmurs against my lips. The doubt disappears like a puff of smoke in a windstorm.
Pride surges through me, like a wave crashing against the beach.
“I needed a sec. I was about to come.”
I smile against his mouth, then lean back to look at him. “But what if I want you to come?”
The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Naughty girl.”
He rubs his thumb along the hinge of my jaw. I take that as my cue to open up again. I slide him in my mouth again, and he touches the side of my cheek, where his dick is pressing.
