Page 14 of Mother Pucker

I lick her cunt from bottom to top, teasing my tongue along the slick slit before dragging my lips away again. Then I nibble on the insides of her thighs, making her buck again.

This time she smashes her pelvis into my face hard enough to hurt. I growl, glaring up at her.

“Be a good girl and hold still,” I tell her, my tone leaving no room for argument.

The spark of defiance in Payton’s eyes makes my cock throb painfully again. Her bratty attitude and relentless challenges turn me on just as much as the taste of her wet pussy. As if reading my every thought, she raises one eyebrow.

“Make me,” Payton dares.

Without another word, I bring my palm down with a snap on her exposed pussy lips. She bucks again, a cry escaping her lips— this one much louder than any before.

“Erik, did you just spank my pussy?!” Payton gasps, indignant.

“No, I spanked my pussy,” I growl in response.

My mouth dips down to wrap my lips around her swollen clit, one finger slipping past her lips and inside her. She cries out again, music to my ears as her body tenses and trembles with pleasure.

“We’re going to do this every night until I’m recovered, Payton,” I croon against her soft skin. “Every night, you’ll take my fingers and ride my face. We’ll work up— by the time I’m healed, you’ll be able to take every inch of this cock.”

I spring to my feet, still holding her legs by the ankles. Wordlessly, I spread them wide and lay my cock against her naked mound. Fully hard again, it stretches far up her body, coming to rest on the taut stretch of her belly. Her eyes go wide as she glances down, seeing how far my cock reaches.

“Fuck. That should scare me,” Payton rasps. “But it just makes me want you more.”

I pump my hips, grinding the underside of my shaft along her cunt, spreading her lips and rubbing against her clit.

“I’m going to come, Erik,” Payton cries out so suddenly that it seems to take us both by surprise. “I’m going to come so fucking hard.”

Her eyes are locked on mine as she writhes beneath me, rocking against the friction in tandem with my slow strokes.

“Come for me, Payton,” I tell her.

There’s no argument this time. Payton’s mouth opens in a silent scream as her entire body tenses and arches up beneath mine. Her hands scramble for purchase, scratching at my hips, my arms, anything she can reach. I don’t stop grinding against her as she quivers and quakes with pleasure.

It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Payton’s face flushes, a deep blush that spreads down her freckled chest and across those full tits. Watching her stomach contract with the strength of her orgasm is too much for me.

With a sudden start, I realize I’m going to come again. It’s been years since I came this quickly once, let alone twice. But my balls tighten against my body as Payton grinds against me, and I come undone.

With a roar I buck my hips, my cock twitching and throbbing as I shoot thick ropes across her body. I paint her tits and stomach white as we climax together. With a shudder, I lift my cock at the base and slap it against her pussy. The wet sound it makes is loud and sharp.

“Oh fuck!” Payton cries out, her knees coming together in an instinctive jerk. “I’m so sensitive, Erik, you can’t —”

I do it again.

Again and again, until she’s writhing, her hair whipping back and forth in a sweaty tangle of dark blonde as she comes one more time. Only after her shivers and trembling legs subside do I stop, leaning up her body to claim her mouth.

“Mine,” I tell her again, “You’re mine, Payton.”

I hold her dark eyes, willing her to see how much of my heart she’s already claimed.

“Mine,” Payton replies dreamily, reaching up to touch my cheek. It’s a soft caress compared to our rough play, but exactly perfect. “You belong to me too, Erik.”

They say laughter is the best medicine. But I’ve discovered something better.

Suddenly, making a full recovery has become the most important thing in the world.

5

Payton

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