Page 20 of Puck Me Harder

Kai doesn’t stop touching me the whole way back to his house.

We don’t even make it inside before we’re making out, tearing at each other’s clothes. Kai is still sweaty and bloody. Fresh bruises peek out from beneath his tattoos as I work his shirt off. I trace the lines of them, the intersections of his wounds and his marks.

“Do you like them?” Kai asks, his voice rough with need.

“The ink? Yes. The bruises?” I lean forward, pressing a kiss to the purpling skin. “Also yes.”

Kai hisses, and I start to pull back, but his fist tangles in my hair, stopping me. Pulling me against him.

“I want your mouth on each and every one,” he growls, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to ease the sudden, fresh ache between them.

Then I’m in his arms again as he scoops me up, kissing my lips with a ferocity that leaves me feeling bruised. His tongue licks across my lips, teeth, the roof of my mouth — like he just can’t taste enough of me.

I jump into his embrace, wrapping my legs around his torso. He just skated hard for most of an hour. Capped it off with a fight. Still no sign of strain, not an ounce of fatigue evident anywhere. His hands cup my ass, massaging my cheeks through my jeans.

I moan against his mouth as he carries us towards the house. My hands on either side of his face pull him in harder as I grind against him. I can feel his bulge rubbing straight against me, pushing the seam of my jeans hard enough against me that I see stars.

Kai kicks the door open with a splintering crash, and I laugh, burying my face in his shoulder.

“You’re outrageous,” I say, squeezing my legs together, and hugging his thick torso.

“I’m not about to take my hands off you,” he whispers against my ear as his mouth moves along it, his teeth nipping lightly. “I can fix the door, but if I stop touching you I might die.”

His confession makes me whimper with renewed need as I undulate my hips, grinding against him. The low groan in his throat just makes me move harder. I leave myself completely in his hands, pulling my hands down to his chest to splay my hands against him.

The house is a blur. I’ll explore it tomorrow. Tonight, I want to explore the man in my arms.

Kai doesn’t stop until we’re in his bathroom. He cranks the water with one hand while he lets me slide down his body. My hands are already beneath the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down. His cock springs free to slap up against his belly, and I feel my mouth water.

I’ve never wanted anything in my mouth so much in my life.

“Shower first,” Kai rumbles, his tone rich as he hooks his thumbs in the waistbands of both my jeans and panties and kneels to peel them down.

I’m soaked again, of course. The first time I was embarrassed at how wet I was, how wet he’d made me. Now I know how much he loves it, though.

On cue, Kai cups my mound, slipping his big middle finger through my lips, swiping it from bottom to top like a credit card. It glides easily, and we both moan at the sensation.

Then, without missing a beat, his finger slides into his mouth.

“Delicious girl,” Kai purrs approvingly. I can’t blush any harder, or I might at the way he’s looking at me.

“Kai, please. I need you so much,” I reach down, taking him in my hand. Barely. His cock is built as thick as he is, and already I’m anticipating the delicious ache of how he’ll stretch me.

“Holy fuck, Ace. Your hand feels so good,” he moans.

I can feel a rush of desire coating my thighs as I slowly pump him. It’s so much different than my toy — harder, yet softer. His skin is so soft against my fingers, but the hot steel beneath makes my knees go weak. More than anything, it’s a part of him, a part of this amazing man. Reacting to my every touch, twitching and throbbing in my grasp.

“How’s my stick handling?” I ask, looking up at him.

He answers without words, grabbing me and dragging us both into the shower. It’s huge, twice as big as any shower I’ve ever been in, with two heads spraying warm water from either end.

“Too good. Later, we’re going to play. Right now, I need you, Dakota. I need to feel this sweet pussy wrapped around my cock,” he reaches down, slipping two fingers into me now. Curling them along my inner wall in a way that makes me dig my animal into his biceps. Hanging on for dear life.

“Please, Kai. Please, take me. Take my virginity,” I pant against his mouth as our lips meet in another hungry kiss.

“Fucking filthy mouth for such a good girl,” Kai groans against my mouth.

Fuck, I might have a praise kink after all, because the way Kai says ‘good girl’ makes my pussy clench so hard it leaves me gasping.

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