Page 30 of My Puckin' Luck
“Saint,” I plead and shake my head.
“What, angel? Need me to tell you what I think youreallywant?”
“Please, since you seem to be so good at articulating what I always want.”
He chuckles and eases the waistband of his boxer briefs down, only the tip of his cock showing. My eyes are a willing follower, unable to stop myself from watching his every move.
“I think you want a night to remember. Only that won’t be enough. You’re going to want more of these nights with me. Because I’m the only man who will ever be able to satisfy your every need.” The cockiness in his tone thrills me.
“I want to see you,” I beg, reaching a hand and hooking under the waistband.
“Go ahead. Strip me.” Granting me full access, his fingers lace behind his head. Suddenly unsure, I pause.
“I don’t even want to know how many women have seen you naked, do I?”
“Same goes for me. You think it doesn’t eat away at me all the stupidboyswho did you wrong over the years, when what you really needed was a man like me.” He earns his overconfidence with that statement. “Let’s make a pact right now. We acknowledge that dating others has sucked. But now it’s you andme. No one else matters. We don’t need to talk numbers or bring them up again. There’s only you and I here, angel. If you agree, then strip me.”
No one else matters?I resist the urge to glance at the dresser drawer and bite my tongue from demanding to know more about the mystery woman.
Instead, I gladly reach for his waistband, stripping the boxers away like another one of his layers. What I find there…takes my breath away.
“Of course you would have the perfect cock.” I’m more than pleased with his length and girth. Oh yes, I’ve found my man, and he’s going to make me a lucky woman. He already does, every day, by his actions, his words, his care. Even if he never bought me another material thing.
“Go ahead, touch me. You know you want to.” He laughs like a devil.
I cock my head at him, but yeah, I don’t hesitate and get on my knees and start to play. Only I ignore his cock that’s twitching like it’s the neglected child.
My hands roam his entire body, such a contrast, my softness to the steel ridges of his pecs and abs. Then lower, tickling soft fingers down his V and happy trail, and finally, at long last, I hold the weight of his velvety balls in one hand, and stroke his length with the other.
His breathing shatters. My tongue darts out swirling circles around his magnificent mushroom shaped head. His hand wraps around my ponytail, and he juts his hips slightly into my fist. “Fuck, angel.”
My mouth follows my hand, up and down his length, eager to impress him with my skills. When I hollow my cheeks, both hands pull me off of him and he groans like a man on edge.
“Stop. I want to come when I’m inside of you.”
“Good. Because I’m done playing. Give me all of you, Saint.”
His head bows to me, kisses electrifying, tasting of sweet mint, like he sucked on a mint on his way here. I like how he takes charge, caring for me, thinking of everything. He’s more than other women could ever understand, and tonight he’s mine, because I’ve peeled back enough of his layers to find the best version of him.
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IGNORING THE RED
ANASTASIA
Even if Sainthasn’t told me everything about the woman and child from his past, he will. I know it. Because I’ll be patient and give him time.
“Saint,” I moan, his lips grazing down my neck to where his hand cups it possessively.
“Say it. Who do you need, Anastasia?”
“You, always you.”
He claims my lips slow and sexy this time, drawing it out like we have no expiration date. We can’t, not after tonight, not ever. He has to be the one man I’ve been searching for my entire life. If he’s not… well, there’s always the promise of Nana baking me treats to soothe my broken heart for the rest of my days.
With his mouth and hands on me, he leans me back on the bed until he’s hovering over me. I split and raise my legs to accommodate him. Like it belongs there, his cock finds its way into my entrance, stealing my breath away.
“Oh, jeez, a condom. Hold on, baby.” He pulls out, reaches to the floor, and brings up his jeans. Only something falls from his pocket onto my stomach.
