Page 112 of Playing the Pucking Game
My tongue sweeps across my bottom lip as I imagine lowering myself over her body and sucking one into my mouth.
God, she’d taste so fucking sinful.
So fucking perfect.
“Yesss,” she hisses, and I can’t help myself. Pushing my hand beneath the waistband of my boxers, I wrap my fist around my shaft, slowly dragging it to the end.
The fabric is already wet with precum, and I use it as lubricant as I begin fucking myself as her moans and whimpers begin to get louder.
She’s getting close, but goddamn, so am I.
I’ve barely touched myself and I’m on the verge of blowing.
I guess that’s what happens when you’ve wanted something for so fucking long, only to get the briefest of tastes. Not that I got a taste. Not really. But feeling her soft body pinned between mine and the wall was enough.
Okay, no. It was nowhere near enough.
I fear that when it comes to Parker, nothing will ever be enough.
“Oh god. Yes.”
I fall back against the wall beside her door, my face tipped to the ceiling and my eyes closed as I let my imagination run away with itself.
She isn’t in there alone; instead, she’s holding her legs open for me while I feast on her.
My cock jerks as my release surges ever closer.
Fuck, yeah.
I’m fucking her with two fingers, working her G-spot and making her wild with the need to fall over the edge as I suck on her clit.
Her body trembles violently as she chants my name over and over like a prayer.
She’s so fucking sweet. The best thing I’ve ever tasted.
“God, yes.”
I groan but keep my mouth on her, letting her use the vibrations to get her even closer.
“Right there. Right fucking there.”
“Come all over my face, babe. Show me what a good girl you are.”
“Oh, fuuuuck. Yessss.”
My own release slams into me as her cries fill the air between us, and I come in my boxers like a horny teenage boy sneaking around in the shadows, secretly getting his kicks.
“Oh my god,” she gasps before a loud thump makes me jump.
I’m ready to run, but when no movement follows, I relax back against the wall, assuming it was her vibrator hitting the floor.
I picture her spreadeagled on the bed, one arm thrown over her eyes as she fights to catch her breath.
The temptation to look is so strong. If I’m right, she won’t be able to see. I could do it unnoticed.
I shake my head.
Don’t be ridiculous, Storm.
