Page 55 of The Penalty Shot (Totally Pucked 5)

A pained groan escapes my lips as I squeeze my eyes tightly shut.

Fucking Christ, she feels like heaven. Literal fucking heaven and the only thing that’s stopping me from exploding is the fact that she’s going to come first, or I won’t come at all.

My girl’s pleasure will always be first.

Using my hand, I smooth my hand over her hair, pushing it back off her face. “I’m sorry, baby, it’ll be better now. Fuck, I’m sorry.” I plant gentle kisses over her face, one on each light freckle. “More?”

She nods, and I drop my lips to her nipple, drawing it into my mouth, lavishing it with my tongue. My teeth graze the sensitive peak, and she arches, pushing herself against my mouth. I withdraw from her, relishing how tightly she’s wrapped around me, and slowly surge forward. Over and over, I slowly fuck her, taking my time, savoring the feel of her. Helping her feel every press of my cock.

Making sure her pain becomes pleasure.

While my thrusts are unhurried, the familiar tingle at the base of my spine starts, and my balls begin to tighten. Not yet. I pull out of her, ignoring her groan of protest, and drop to my elbows between her thighs, then seal my mouth over her pussy. Sucking, licking, flicking my tongue on her throbbing clit. Her pussy is puffy and pink from my cock, the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. One hand on my cock, I stroke myself and devour her pussy, using my tongue to bring her to orgasm.

She rips at my hair, her back bowed off the bed as she comes crying my name.

“Asher, Oh…god.”

My tongue laps at every drop of her release while she rides the wave of her orgasm. I soothe her with each lick until she bucks against my mouth until pulls me up to her lips. Her mouth moves over mine desperately, a way that I’ve never had Auden. She clings to me as I line up with her entrance and gently push back inside her.

I rock into her slowly, gliding my hand down the outside of her thigh to hitch her leg higher on my side, opening her even wider for me. My thrusts become sloppy as I fuck her, harder, deeper, with each stroke.

I’m fucking crazy for her. Out of my mind with desire.

“I- I…I think I’m going to…” she trails off, writhing beneath me.

Fuck, this is it. Sitting up on my knees, I grab her ankle and place it on my shoulder, fucking her with fever. My eyes drift down between us, watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy. Possessiveness fills me.

Mine.

Auden whimpers with the new position, offering me better access to thrust deeper inside her. She tightens around me, hugging me so tightly that black spots dance behind my eyes, my balls pull tight and heavy, and when I slide my hand between us to rub her clit with the rough pad of my thumb, she explodes around me, sucking me in even tighter. A few ragged thrusts later, and I roar my release, filling the condom inside her, shuddering as my orgasm tears through me violently.

We ride it out together, clinging to each other, each of us slick with sweat. My forehead drops to hers as I sag against her, spent from how hard I just came. Harder than I’ve ever come in my fucking life.

Minutes pass as we try to catch our breath. Her arms are still wrapped tightly around me, and I’m still inside her, growing softer by the second, but part of me doesn’t want this to end.

Reluctantly, I pull out of her and roll to the side. “Are you okay?”

She nods. “Yes. I-…that wasamazing. I didn’t know that it could feel like that. Does it always feel that way?”

“It’s never felt like that for me. Fuck, that was out of this world, Auden.”

A shy smile spreads across her face.

I lift off my side and dispose of the condom in the trash then walk to the bathroom to get a warm, damp towel. I wanted to take care of her, and even though I wore a condom, I still want to clean her.

To soothe the ache I know my cock has caused.

When I walk back to the bedroom, Auden’s eyes are closed. Her dark lashes fanned out on her flushed cheeks. Carefully, I part her legs and clean her up and give her mound a sweet kiss, then toss the rag and climb into the king-size bed beside her. I gather her into my arms and pull her against my side, with her head on my shoulder, snuggling her against my chest.

“Tell me something about you. Something that I don’t know,” Auden murmurs, as her fingers lazily draw circles on my chest.

I think for a minute, then share, “My favorite book isSense and Sensibilityby Jane Austen. For some reason, people are always surprised by that. Maybe because I play hockey. Maybe the tattoos. I’m not sure. I guess a part of me likes the romanticism in Austen’s words. I’ve been rereading it since I was a teenager. The copy I have is so worn, the spine is cracked and broken, holding on by a thread.”

Auden leans back, gazing at me. “I’ve seen you reading it. I just never knew what it was. I think a lot of people judge a book by its cover and you’re the prime example of why you should never.” Slowly, she sits up and climbs into my lap, straddling me. Her fingers gingerly trace the dark ink on my skin, inspecting all of the art.

When she runs the pads of her fingers over the naked spot on my chest, directly over my heart, it hitches beneath her touch. “Why is this spot blank? Everything around it is filled in.”

“Because I’ve been saving it.”

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