Page 39 of The Penalty Shot (Totally Pucked 5)

My tongue circles her entrance, then spears inside, as her clit brushes against my nose with every swivel of her hips.

The entire thing is so fucking hot. I’m using restraint I never even knew I had just to keep from palming my cock. But this is about her.Her pleasure. Her confidence.All I want is to watch her unashamedly fall apart.

Keeping my hands planted tightly on her hips, I savor the taste of her honeyed flesh. Her hips buck faster as her orgasm climbs, her hands tightly fisted over the headboard with her head thrown back in ecstasy and her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

When my lips close around her clit once more, my name tumbles from her lips over and over as she shudders.

I push my finger inside her while continuing to suck at the greedy nub until I feel her tighten around me. She’s so fucking close, and I just want to feel her come on my tongue.

She’s so fucking tight around my finger; I can’t imagine what she would feel like hugging my cock. Fuck, the thought alone almost has me coming in my shorts.

“Oh God, Oh…God.” She pants, rocking her hips faster. Her words are a broken cry, and it makes me want to edge her, to drive her fucking wild, until she’s on top of the highest peak. Until she feels like she can’t possibly take any more, until tears are streaming down her face. Until she’s aching for release.

Then I want to lap up every fucking drop as she finally explodes.

Knowing I’m the only one to ever taste her, to suck on her tight little clit, to feel her legs clamp around me as she rides to the edge of orgasm. To show her how good pleasure could be. It makes me harder than I’ve ever been.

Possessiveness coats my insides as I devour her. The thought of anyone else ever touching her makes me fucking crazy.

Adding a second finger, I drag my fingers in and out of her wet heat, rubbing against the soft, fleshy spot inside. When I suck her swollen clit again and drag my teeth against the sensitive nub, she comes.

Her entire body shakes and trembles. For fuck’s sake, she contracts around my fingers so hard, she’s strangling the life out of them, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. I lap at her wetness, flattening my tongue, dragging it over her.

So goddamn sweet.

“Asher, I-I.” She bucks against my mouth, riding out her orgasm, and I never stop my assault of her pussy. Not until she gasps at how sensitive her clit is from coming.

Slowly, she sits back on my chest, gazing down at me. Her cheeks are flushed red, her hair mussed, her lips still puffy and swollen from my kisses.

Delectable.

I gaze up at her as her chest heaves. “Such a good girl, Auden.”

She preens under my praise and I love every second of making her feel that way. Suddenly, she looks away, sucking her lip between her teeth like she’s turning shy.

“Hey,” I call, reaching up and grasping her chin, “what’s wrong? Don’t get shy on me now, baby.”

Her sky-blue eyes meet mine, and she nods, sagging slightly against my chest, the weight of her orgasm fully hitting her.

“I’m overwhelmed, but…in a good way. I’m just processing?”

I move her down to my waist and sit up, leaning against the headboard. “Take as long as you need, Auden, I told you this is at your pace. All I want is your pleasure.”

She nods, reaching up to finger her hair. “Uh, can…” She trails off, shaking her head. “Never mind.”

“Tell me.”

“Can we do it again?” she murmurs, a hopeful look shining in her eyes.

“Baby, don’t ever hesitate to ask me to eat you. I have a feeling your pussy is going to become myfavoritemeal.”

Chapter Fourteen

The past weekhas flown by in a hazy, lust-filled blur. I know I’m in dangerous territory with Asher, and yet…I don't want to stop. Not even for a second. Even if I do feel out of my element and, more often than not, I overthink every little thing. Each day is a rush of adrenaline pumping through my veins, complete with stolen kisses in the hallway, his hands on my body while we do laundry, slipping into my room once it’s night and muffling my cries with his mouth or fingers until I’m spent.

I’m on a constant high that is Asher Hart.

And through all of this…he’s never asked for anything in return. It’s like he’s perfectly content just pleasuring me. I see how it affects him, thick and hard behind his pants, yet he makes it about me.

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