Page 13 of Mother Pucker

“When you look at me like that, I feel beautiful,” she whispers.

I smile, then drop my head to kiss her breasts. I start at the top, working my way down her soft skin, marveling at how responsive she is. She gasps and tangles her hands in my hair, just like I did to her. Her fingers tug the bun free, letting her get two delicate fistfuls.

I trail dozens of tiny kisses all along her breasts, mapping them with my lips and branding the shape of them into my mind. I circle her areola, careful to avoid the most sensitive parts while I press my lips against every inch of exposed flesh.

Her delighted whimpers turn to moans as she tugs restlessly at my hair. Her hands are trying to drag my mouth to more sensitive areas. But I hold firm, determined

“These deserve more than five minutes of attention, Payton,” I murmur against the smooth skin of one round, heavy breast. “Every inch of you is amazing. Let me worship you.”

In between kisses, my breath whispers along her delicate skin, paler here than the tanned stretch of her arms and legs. According to the sudden and renewed throb in my cock, tan lines do it for me.

Only once I’ve traced every inch of Payton’s glorious tits do I replace my lips with my tongue and start again. I trail concentric circles along the goosebumps that cover her breasts, spiraling closer to the stiff peak of each nipple.

Time is sluggish, my thoughts slow. There is nothing now but my worship of her breasts and Payton’s restless sounds of pleasure.

“Fuck, Erik. Please. I can’t take this teasing. If I don’t come soon I’m going to go insane,” she pants as I draw right to the edge of a nipple before moving away again.

“Good,” I rumble. “I want you insane. Absolutely fucking psychotic with need. I want to break you, Payton. Then we’ll be even because I’ve been crazy about you since the day we met.”

I wrap my big hand around one breast, digging my fingers in hard enough that I know there will be five bruises there tomorrow. My lips part around her other nipple, finally giving her what she’s been aching for. Her back arches, her fists moving from my hair to slap open palms against the bed.

“Fuck, it’s so good,” she babbles. “It’s too good, Erik.”

My tongue circles her nipple slowly, enjoying the tight, textured pebbling of skin there. I suck it gently at first, and then harder and rougher. Her hands move from pounding the bed to raining blows on my shoulders. Her nails aren’t long, but Payton would never let something like that stop her. She digs in, raking lines of fire along my neck and shoulders.

She freezes as I let her nipple free of my mouth with a loud pop.

“Could you come like this?” I ask. “With just my mouth on these beautiful, sensitive tits?”

She sucks in a hard breath, meeting my eyes.

“Holy shit, I feel like I nearly did,” Payton pants. “Touching myself never feels like that.”

I meet her eyes, holding them until I’m sure she sees the satisfaction in mine. I meant what I said— I want her completely undone. I need to own every part of her. Body, mind and soul.

Without another word, I grab the waistband of her pants and panties and haul them down her legs together. She helps, all coy playfulness forgotten in her lust. She’s so eager that I probably could take her virginity right now.

The moment I see her sweet pink cunt, I almost break. The urge to mount Payton and claim her properly is overwhelming. If I was only injured, I would do just that. But it’s her first time— and Payton just sucked the soul out of my dick.

Only these two facts mean I’m able to resist, if barely. I sink to my knees onto the thick carpet at the edge of the bed without another word. Then I grab Payton’s ankles and pull until her ass is at the edge of the mattress. I rest the backs of her knees on either shoulder, leaning forward to inspect her.

“Oh fuck, Erik. Please,” Payton whimpers. “Please. I need it so much.”

Her hands tangle in my hair, tugging hard again as she tries desperately to force my mouth onto her pussy. She’s wriggling and thrashing, lifting her hips in an attempt to grind against me. I wrap my arms around her thighs, my fingers digging in like steel and holding her just an inch from my mouth.

“I’m going to take my time with this,” I purr against her. I know she can feel the rumble of my deep voice against her most sensitive flesh.

“You’re an awful fucking tease,” Payton whines, leveraging herself up with the strength of her core and well-toned abs to glare at me.

I wink at her, laughing softly against her heated center. Then I drop my mouth onto her puffy pussy lips.

Payton tastes even better than she looks. Sweet, yes. But also earthy and tart. It’s the most perfect aphrodisiac, the most decadent dessert. More potent than any drug or alcohol and twice as addictive. Just feeling her slickness against my tongue makes my cock throb with need. I want to feel that wetness all over me, dripping off my balls while I pound her senseless.

But not tonight. I can’t. So instead, I’ll do the next best thing.

I’m going to eat her pretty little pussy until her brain melts between her thighs.

“You taste so good, Payton,” I croon as I take my first taste. “I’m going to take my time worshipping this, too.”

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