Page 162 of Pucking Wild

“The morning you met in the kitchen. She called you a cataclysm. I had to google it,” he admits. “It means a life-shattering event, upheaval, ruination.”

“I know what it means.”

God, is she right? Am I going to ruin him? Troy’s threats are still out there. None of this is finished. I’m not free. These shackles I wear can still drag me down to the darkest depths. And not the pink fuzzy kind—

“Hey,” he whispers. “For the record, I think she’s wrong. I googled words that mean the opposite. You may have ruined me for all other women, but you’re not a calamity, Tess. You’re a godsend.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “A blessing,” he adds, kissing my cheek. “A windfall…I had to google that one too.”

We both laugh as he wraps me in his arms and rolls on top of me, his hips pressing against mine.

“Can we have sex like this? No toys, no mirrors or cameras. No pretzel twists or kissing cobras.”

I snort trying to hold in my laugh. “Kissing cobras?”

“I don’t fucking know,” he says, his hips already moving against mine. “I’m sure it’s a thing.”

“I’m willing to try the pretzel twist,” I tease. “But I don’t think I have the right anatomy to play kissing cobras with you.”

“Stop talking,” he says, leaning down to kiss my lips. It’s our first kiss this morning, and it almost surprises me how eager I am for it.

My fingers tangle into his messy hair and I pull him back down to me, kissing him again.

“No distractions is what I mean,” he says. “Just you and me. Together.”

“You and me,” I whisper against his mouth, shifting my hips to part my legs wider for him. We both gasp as we feel him slide against me.

He groans, curling his body over mine, dropping his face to kiss my breasts as a hand slips between us, angling his dick towards my entrance. “Now?” he pants.

I nod, my hands gripping to his shoulders.

He presses in, wetting the tip of his dick. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“I’m ready,” I whimper, lifting my knee and putting my foot flat on the mattress. “Don’t be gentle. Take me. Take—ahh—”

He slams in with his hips, sinking inside me. We both tremble at the moment of connection, adjusting our hold on each other before he begins to move again, pressing up and in with his dick, filling me.

I arch my back, raising my hands up over my head. His hands follow, gripping to my wrists as we get tangled in my curls. He holds me like that, grinding against me as we gaze into each other’s eyes. I don’t want to break this connection we have. Clearly, he doesn’t either.

“Look at me,” he whispers, his green eyes boring into my soul.

“I am,” I reply, panting as I feel my release building inside me. The weight of him on top of me, the feel of him pinning me down, his dick moving inside me—it’s all too much. I feel so overwhelmed, my every sense firing.

He’s right, playing with toys is fun, and the orgasms we give each other are otherworldly, but this feels divine on a whole different level. This is connection. This is raw intimacy. Who knew good, old-fashioned missionary sex with a boy could have me about to cry?

Tears sting my eyes as he drops one hand between us, working my clit.

“I’m close,” I say, my body coming alive at that first touch. Fire races across my skin as electricity hums down my bones, making my toes curl. “Baby, I’m so close—”

“Me too,” he groans. “Fuck, I can feel you. You’re so tight. Come with me.”

I squeeze him, my core aching for release as I hold tight to his shoulders. “Kiss me.”

He kisses me, and then we’re both coming. His hips jerk against me, and he groans against my lips, chasing his release. I hold tight to his shoulders, feeling my own orgasm tear through me. I cling to him, our naked bodies sheened in sweat as we both fight the urge to tremble.

He sinks his full weight on top of me with a breathless groan. Then he’s rolling back to his side, his dick slipping free as he pulls me with him. We catch our breath, cheeks flushed as we just share air. In this moment, things feel perfect. I don’t want anything to change.

“Stay,” I murmur, ready to cancel all my plans. And I don’t just mean for today. “Stay here with me.”

He searches my face, brushing my hair back. I can feel his cum leaking out of me. I feel warm and sleepy. I feel cherished. I inch closer, holding his gaze. He licks his lips, and I think I know what he’s about to say. My heart is racing. I lean in.

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