Page 318 of Playing the Pucking Game
“Uh…”
“How will we try to beat it if you don’t know how many there were?”
“You’re a menace.”
“You love it.”
“Umm…it seems I do.”
I squeal as he drops his head to my neck and tickles my skin with his lips. But that shock soon turns to something else—something a hell of a lot more addictive.
“God, Linc,” I cry when he sucks on the sensitive patch of skin beneath my ear.
“Are you sore?” he whispers, rephrasing his previous question.
“I think it would be impossible for me not to be. I’ve never been fucked like that before, Linc.”
“Of course you fucking haven’t. You haven’t been being fucked by me. That all changes now.”
He pinches my nipple before skimming his hand down my stomach and between my thighs.
I shamelessly spread my legs for him, allowing him to drag his fingers through my folds.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he muses as he teases me.
“Woke up next to you. Of course I am.”
“Fucking love that, pretty girl.”
I gasp when he circles my entrance with one finger.
“How’s that feel?”
I want to lie and say it’s fine just so I can feel him again. But he’s going to know.
“Tender.”
“Aw, did I wear you out, babe?”
I nod as he continues gently touching me. He hasn’t even pushed the digit inside yet, and I can already feel a release building.
It makes me realize just what I’ve been missing out on all this time, hooking up with assholes online who think they know how to please a woman.
They don’t know. They don’t know anything.
Linc, though…he knows.
“I’m sorry if I was too rough,” he says, a frown pinching his brows together.
“You weren’t. I’m just out of practice. Gonna need a few weeks to get into shape if nights like that are going to be a regular thing in our future.”
“Damn right they are. And in every city in the country.”
Happiness flows through me as I think of all the experiences we’re going to have together from here on out.
“I can’t wait,” I breathe before he disappears under the sheets. “What are you doing?”
He pokes his head back up. He looks adorable as fuck with his messy post-sex hair, a few days’ worth of scruff, and a pillow crease down the side of his face. But that all changes as his eyes darken and the words, “Kissing you better,” roll from his tongue.
