Page 268 of Playing the Pucking Game
“Never, babe. I’ll always catch you. Always.”
I swear my heart grows a couple of sizes with those words.
I push his hand lower until his fingers graze right over the spot I really need them.
“Please, Linc. Ineedyou to touch me.”
We stand there frozen for a long second. His fingers twitch against me, but it’s nowhere near enough to give me what I need.
“Stop holding back,” I whisper. “You won’t scare me off. The only place I’m running is into your arms.”
He smirks.
“That was too cheesy, wasn’t it?”
He shakes his head. “It was perfect. You are perfect.” And with those words, he presses two thick fingers against my clit, and I cry out.
My fingers curl around his shoulders as I fight to stay upright.
He teases me, circling my clit before he pushes back and easily slides two fingers inside me.
“Fuck,” he grunts, discovering just how wet I am. “Perfect.”
He curls his fingers, finding my G-spot almost instantly, and I can’t help but think the same thing.
“N-no, w-what?” I stutter when he pulls his hand away, leaving me cold and my pussy clenching around nothing.
“Need a taste, babe. Gonna die without it.”
I watch as he sucks those two fingers that were just inside me into his mouth. His eyes shutter as my taste covers his tongue, and the corners of his lips curl up in a smile.
“Delicious,” he muses before dropping his hand back down at the same time his lips collide with mine.
It’s everything.
Every-fucking-thing.
He works me as if he’s been doing it all his life. His pressure is perfect, speed is exquisite, and long before I’m ready, my release is tightening inside me, ready to explode.
Ripping my lips from his, I rest my head back against the wall and breathe as pleasure edges closer.
“Keep those eyes on me, pretty girl. I want to watch every second of you coming apart on my fingers.”
I nod, my lips parted but unable to respond as my orgasm hits.
I cry out, my knees buckling as pleasure hits me so hard I no longer know who I am. The only thing I’m aware of is Linc and mind-numbing pleasure.
His movements slow as I ride out wave after wave of my release, and it’s not until I’ve fully come down from my high that he pulls his fingers away.
I whimper at the loss, but he makes up for it by sucking them clean again.
“Incredible,” he muses. “Fucking incredible.”
His cock bobs between us, and I act on instinct.
“W-what?” He gasps as I slam my palms against his chest, giving him little choice but to step back. “Parker, w-what are you doing? You said you wouldn’t—” His words and his panicboth die as I slowly sink to my knees before him. “Oh fuck,” he breathes. “You don’t…babe. I didn’t do that so you could?—”
“I know,” I assure him, leaning forward and kissing his hip.
