Page 207 of Pucking Wild

“Baby, I missed you,” I say, peppering her lips with kisses.

She laughs against my mouth, her hands smoothing over my shoulders. “I missed you too. Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you so fucking much.” My hands drop down to her thighs. I smooth them up and down, feeling the way she shifts to the edge of the counter. At the first touch of her bare thigh, I know there’s no stopping us.

I had a plan, a whole damn speech, but it flew right out the windows, sailing away on the open ocean. Tess is in my arms, and I can’t not have her. “I want you,” I say, my hand slipping under the slit of her skirt, grazing up her thigh.

“I want you too,” she pants, hiking up the skirt.

I help her, the two of us fevered as we pull at our clothes. I jerk her panties down, dropping them to her ankles. She unbuttons my jeans. It’s the work of moments before I’ve got my hard cock in hand, lining myself up at her entrance.

“Please, baby,” she whimpers, nodding as she bites her bottom lip, both of us looking down at where we’re about to be joined.

I angle the tip of my dick where I want it and look up, holding her gaze as I sink in inch by inch. Her lips part in a breathless moan as she takes me, her long eyelashes fluttering.

“That’s it,” I soothe, my hand gripping her hip as I make a few short thrusts, working my dick all the way in. “That’s my girl. Fuck, you feel so good.” She’s so warm and tight.

Her hands go to my shoulders as she angles her hips back, opening her channel, easing my thrusts in deeper. We both moan, chests heaving as I rock against her sharp and fast, my bare hips slapping her thighs.

“Oh god, don’t stop,” she begs, her pussy fluttering around me. “Ryan, please—”

“I had a whole plan,” I pant. “Tess—god—I had a whole fucking speech. One look at you, and it all went outta my head. I can’t think—can’t fucking breathe ‘til I come inside you—”

“Give me the CliffsNotes version,” she says, her lips against mine.

“You’re my home,” I say, hands shaking as I feel my orgasm building. “You’re all I want. You make me so fucking happy.”

“Ahh—” Her pussy clenches me tighter as she drops one hand from my shoulder, slipping it between us to tease her clit. “Fuck,” she screams, head tipping back as she comes.

The walls of her pussy squeeze me like a vise, and we both cry out, our bodies falling together as I lose all sense of rhythm. I’m wrapped around her and in her, my face buried at her neck, as I release. I spill into her, filling her with my cum.

We stay like that, clinging to each other, her ass perched on the edge of the kitchen counter. After a few moments, we loosen our hold on each other. I lean away, keeping my dick inside her as I cup her cheek and sprinkle her face with kisses. “I love you. Love the way you make me feel.”

She lets out a deep, shaky breath, and I feel her relax around me. Then she’s blinking up at me, the haze of her orgasm lifting as she comes to her senses. She gives me a little push, and I pull out, the warmth of our releases pooling between her legs and on the counter.

With a whimper, she reaches between her thighs, swiping her fingers through our release. Her green eyes are molten as she lifts her fingers to my lips. “Taste.”

I suck her fingers into my mouth, groaning at our taste on my tongue. It reminds me of another moment, only a few short months ago, that I had her finger in my mouth.

“Better than frosting?” she teases, reading my damn mind.

I nod, letting her fingers go. And because I can’t help myself, I do the same, swiping two fingers from pussy to clit, bringing it to her parted lips. She doesn’t hesitate, pulling my fingers into her mouth and teasing them with her tongue as she licks them clean. She lets them go with a pop, and then she’s slipping off the counter, ducking down to pull up her panties.

The haze of our joining dissipates, and I find myself standing in the middle of this empty kitchen with my dick wet, my pants around my ankles. The back doors are wide open. With a laugh, I duck down and pull up my pants, tucking myself away.

Fuck, this woman is trouble.

She steps around the island and walks back into the empty living room. “Why did you want me to meet you here?”

“What do you think?” I reply, gesturing around.

She glances from the kitchen to the whitewashed stone fireplace to the large, outdoor deck leading out to the beach. “It’s cute. What is it, two bedrooms?”

“Three,” I say. “Though the third bedroom is pretty small. The whole place is small, really. It’s just a bungalow. But it’s a new build, and it’s right on the water.”

She spins around, her face framed with curly red tendrils. “It’s supercute. Are you thinking of renting it?”

“I bought it.”

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