Page 31 of Puck Drop
“I want to spend the night with you,” I tell her, and I have no idea where that came from, but the smile she gives me at hearing it is worth everything.
Then, instead of lying back on the bed like I expected her to, she drops to her knees in front of me. My cock, desperate for her attention, juts forward, almost hitting her in the face. I would laugh if I could think of anything other than her taking me into her mouth.
As if she holds residence inside my head, she opens her mouth, showing me the tip of her pink tongue. When it makes contact directly with my slit, my head drops back, and my eyes roll in my head. I don’t know if I can watch her do this to me, at least not without coming on the spot.
Elizabeth’s hands sneak up my legs, making me shiver when she scratches her nails gently up and down right before settling on my bare ass.
I have so many conflicting emotions running through my head right now, none of them involving putting a stop to any of this. Deciding that I am strong enough to watch her, I open my eyes and drop my gaze on her face. It seems that’s what she was waiting for because as soon as our eyes connect, she opens her mouth wide and takes me in.
“Fucking hell,” I mumble.
I wouldn’t say that I am extremely large, but my cock got some compliments over the years. Now, as the tip hits the back of Elizabeth’s throat, my entire body short circuits. Blindly, I grab her hair into a ponytail to get it out of her face, desperate not to miss a second of anything she has to offer me.
Just as I think that I might explode in her mouth, she stops. Giving me one long suck, she pulls her head back until I completely slip out of her mouth.
“I’m ready for you,” she whispers.
My brain is so fried, I don’t know what she’s telling me. I let go of her hair when she taps me lightly on my hand, then watch in awe as she gets up from the floor. She sits on the bed before lying onto her back, stretching her arms up, and showing me everything that I want to see.
All I need is to take a step forward and I can slide into her. But she seems to have different ideas. I frown in confusion when she shakes her head at me.
“Not like this,” she tells me in a soft voice.
She turns onto her stomach, then, as if in slow motion, she lifts herself onto her knees, almost causing for mine to buckle. With her hair falling over one shoulder, she glances back at me, a most mischievous look in her beautiful eyes.
“Give it to me, Logan.”
All the blood rushes to my cock, and not even a nuclear bomb could stop me now.
TEN
Elizabeth
“Yes!”
My voice bounces off the walls and echoes all around us. Logan’s first thrust inside of me takes my breath away while bringing me back to life all at once.
My mind goes completely blank as I allow myself to just feel. I refuse to think of anything else other than how good he makes me feel in this very moment.
“You’re so tight,” he grumbles from behind me, only making me clench harder around his erection. “No one has ever made me feel this good.”
I have half a mind to stop him and ask him to clarify what he’s telling me. When he’s referring to other women, are they from before he met me, or from the last two weeks when he basically ghosted me without actually saying so?
His hands land on my hips with one hard slap, and I once again forget about everything. I lose any awareness I may have as to the passage of time. I have no idea if hours, minutes ormerely seconds go by. I just know that my entire body is a live wire, and I don’t want it to ever end.
I press myself back, meeting his every thrust with as much enthusiasm as he has to give me.
“Logan,” I moan, completely out of breath now. Sweat runs down my front, pausing briefly right under my breasts before dripping onto the sheets. The mess we’re making between that and my own juices that are freely flowing, and I’m sure I’ll have to change the bedding after we’re done.
I am so distracted by the intense emotions flowing through me, I don’t even realize that Logan wrapped my long hair around his fist.
“Come here,” he says just as he yanks me back.
I don’t have time to protest when my back crashes into his chest. My head falls onto his shoulder, absolutely loving the pressure to my hair. His free hand sneaks around until it presses in between my breasts before cupping my right one. With no warning, his fingers squeeze my nipple, making me let out a small cry of pain.
“Logan,” I breathe out. “Don’t stop. Please,” I beg.
He doesn’t seem to have any intention of stopping as he moves to give the same attention to my other breast before alternating back and forth.
