Page 57 of One Pucking Surprise
I watch her strip for a moment, every move sending a jolt straight to my cock. Then I’m on her, kissing her deeply, my hands roaming everywhere, unable to get enough.
I grab a condom from the drawer, my hands shaking slightly as I roll it on. Lainey’s eyes widen as she takes in the sight, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips.
“You like that, huh?” I ask, my voice rough.
“Yeah,” she says, stepping closer. “I like it a lot.”
Before I can stop myself, I’m kissing her again, my hands possessively on her hips. “You know what I like even more?”
“What’s that?” she whispers, her breath hot on my neck.
I guide her hand to my cock, my breath catching as she wraps her fingers around me. “This,” I groan. “When you touch me.”
She strokes me once, twice, her movements slow and deliberate. “Like this?”
“Fuck, yes,” I hiss, nipping at her earlobe. “Let’s get in the shower.”
The warm water cascades over us, turning her skin dewy and sending rivulets down my back. I press her up against the slick tiles, kissing her slowly, thoroughly, my tongue tangling with hers.
She tastes like sin, and I can’t get enough. I break the kiss, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her throat, pausing to suck gently on the sensitive spot just below her ear, earning a moan. I keep going, nipping her shoulder, my hands kneading her ass, and then I’m on my knees in front of her.
I step back to admire the view—Lainey, breathtakingly gorgeous and dripping wet, her skin flushed and her eyes dark with lust.
I know what she wants, and I take my time giving it to her. I kiss the inside of her thighs, slowly inching my way up, dragging my fingertips lightly over her skin, making her tremble.
“Zach, please,” she whispers, her hips arching toward me.
My hands find her hips, holding her steady as I press openmouthed kisses to her inner thighs.Her breath catches, and I blow gently, the water from the shower sending a chill over her skin.
“Torturer,” she accuses, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I look up at her, my eyes glinting, and then I lean in, kissing her clit softly at first and then harder, circling her entrance with my fingers. She shudders, her knees shaking, and I slide a finger inside her, curving it to find her sweet spot.
“God, don’t stop,” she gasps, her hips moving in time with my finger, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. I add another finger, and her walls clench around me, her moans filling the shower.
I kiss and suck at her clit as I work my fingers inside her, feeling her tighten around me. She fists my hair, holding me close as she arches her back, crying out my name and coming apart.
But I’m not done with her yet. I stand and turn her, pressing her against the cool tile as the water streams down her back. I slide my cock into her from behind, groaning at the tightness. She’s so damn wet and ready, her walls massaging my cock as I thrust into her.
“Fuck, baby,” I curse, burying my face in her neck. “You feel so good.”
“Harder, Zach,” she pleads, pushing back against me. “Please, harder.”
I grip her hips, slamming into her as she arches back into me. “You like that, baby?” I growl, biting her shoulder.
“Your cock feels so fucking good,” she says, her voice high and breathy.
“Rub yourself, baby,” I murmur against her skin, my voice low and coaxing. Taking her hands in mine, I guide them down between her legs, pressing her fingers where I want them. “Touch yourself for me.”
I don’t let go right away, moving her hands with mine in slow, deliberate circles. “Just like that,” I whisper, my breath warm against her ear. A soft moan escapes her lips.
Satisfied with the rhythm she’s found, I slide my hands back to her hips, gripping them firmly. Her movements shift instinctively, her hips rocking with mine, matching my rhythm.
The heat between us builds, each movement pulling her deeper into the moment, her breaths coming faster and more unsteady.
“Harder,” she moans. “Fuck me harder, Zach.”
Her words slam into me, and I give her what she wants, slamming into her, my hips slapping against hers.
