Page 311 of Playing the Pucking Game
“I need you,” he rasps, his lips kissing down my throat.
“God, yes. More.”
I roll my hips in offering, and he smiles against me as he pushes himself on top of me.
“You want more, babe, you’re going to have to ask for it. Tell me what you need. Tell me where you need me.”
“Oh god. Everywhere, I need you everywhere.”
“First place.”
Dragging my jersey up, I expose myself to him.
His eyes drop, and all the air rushes from his lungs as he gazes down at me.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he muses.
“Yours.”
“Fuck.”
“Tits, Linc. Kiss me, lick me, suck me. Anything. Just please, give me something.”
“As if I could say no to that.” He shimmies lower, bringing his head right over my chest before teasing one nipple with the tip of his tongue and then wrapping his lips around it, sucking until a potent shot of desire heads straight between my legs.
“Lincoln,” I cry out, my fingers twisting in his hair as his giant hand palms my other breast. “Yes.”
“This is only the beginning, babe,” he promises, his eyes locked on mine as he switches sides. “You remember how good we were together last time?” I nod, unable to create words. “Well, this time is going to be even better.”
I want to mock him about his ego, but when the heat of his mouth surrounds me again, I lose all train of thought.
He teases me until I’m gasping for air and desperate to rub my thighs together for friction, but he’s sitting between them, holding me open.
I’m so wet for him, I have no doubt I’m making a puddle on the blanket beneath me, but I can’t find it in me to care.
I just need more of him.
Of everything.
“P-pussy,” I blurt. “I need…”
“Tell me what you need, pretty girl.”
“Your mouth. Eat me…eat me out, Linc. Let me come on your tongue.”
“Fuck, you’re a filthy girl, Parker Donnelly. I fucking love it.”
My heart is pounding against my chest as he kisses down my stomach. My fingers twist in the blankets beneath me. He hasn’t even touched me there yet, and I’m losing my goddamn mind.
I cry out the second he blows a stream of air across my sensitive skin.
“Look at you,” he muses. “So wet and ready for me. So pretty.”
“Please,” I whimper. “I need you, Linc. I’ve always needed you.”
“Christ. I never thought I’d hear you say that.”
“I’m sorry I lied, that I pretended I didn’t. All I’ve ever wanted was you. A repeat of that night. Foreverrrrr,” I cry as he drops to his stomach and latches onto my clit. “Holy fuck.”
