Page 19 of Mother Pucker

Erik

The tension between us all the way home is as thick as my cock, and just like it, growing thicker by the second. I’m surprised the car hasn’t caught fire from the heat smoldering between us.

There aren’t any more words, but there don’t need to be. We’ve both spent a lot of time in the last two weeks talking. The time for words is past.

Now is the time for action.

My hands are in Payton’s hair before the door is closed behind us, pulling her eager mouth to mine. Our kiss is hungry, savage. Both of us will have bruised and swollen lips tomorrow. There’s an animalistic need to it. Primal and hungry.

Fingertips glide along the fabric of her shirt, tugging and pulling in an attempt to get it off of her without ruining another cute outfit.

“Rip it. Please,” Payton purrs against my ear. “I wore things I don’t care about. It turns me on when you tear my clothes off.”

The raw need in her husky voice is the sweetest music in the world. I don’t waste time, grabbing her shirt in two hands and ripping it cleanly in half.

Her breasts bounce free and I’m on them just as hungrily as I was on her lips. She moans and arches her back, pushing them up against me as I kiss every inch of exposed flesh.

“Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous,” I murmur against her skin as I cover her in long, wet, sucking kisses. I tease all around her nipple without quite making contact, making her groan in frustration and try to press herself against me.

“You’re such a tease, Nordstrom,” Payton hisses as I lock eyes with her.

The tip of my tongue flicks out, lightly brushing the tip of one gorgeous breast and then the other. I blow cool air after them, making her hiss more sharply. I wink just before I envelop one stiff nipple in my mouth, the other pinched between thumb and forefinger.

“Fuck,” Payton whimpers, leaning back against the door to support her now weak knees.

“Soon,” I promise as I kneel, dragging my mouth down the tautness of her stomach. My hands grip the waistband of her leggings. Too tight to rip without risking hurting her, but that’s alright. I’m not just a one-trick pony.

My thumbs slip beneath the waistband of her leggings and panties, rolling them down just enough. I come to my feet smoothly, not even a twinge of pain in my hip, and slide my foot between her thighs, peeling her clothes off as I let my weight settle on the fabric.

Leaving her naked and straddling my thigh, while I’m still fully clothed. It’s a minor power imbalance, but I’ve learned that Payton absolutely goes wild for that sort of thing. Behind closed doors, anyway.

“Not fair,” Payton manages as I raise my thigh, pressing the thick muscle of my quad right up against her core. Fuck, I can feel her heat even through the rough fabric of my jeans.

“All’s fair, remember?” I quote herself back at her, pinning her arms up above her head as I lay another long, deep kiss on her. She struggles hard, but doesn’t have a prayer against me.

Her answer is lost, words melting into a moan as she grinds against me. I let her slide down my thigh, feeling the wetness of her arousal soaking through the thick fabric of my jeans.

“If you don’t fuck me soon Erik, I’m going to combust,” Payton says. Her voice is half a whimper, half a moan. Pure music to my ears.

I chuckle low in my throat, dragging my mouth along the side of her throat before nipping her ear.

“I like this side of you. Needy. Desperate. Beg for me, Payton. Beg for my hands and my mouth and my cock.”

Payton shivers in my arms, shuddering as pleasure wracks her frame. I drag my mouth farther down her body, lifting her up at the same time until I can press kisses all across her breasts.

“You really love those, huh?” Payton gasps.

“I love every part of you, Payton. But these are truly fantastic,” I murmur, kissing my way along the curve of one breast before sucking a hard nipple into my mouth.

“I need more,” Payton hisses the words out from between clenched teeth as she arches her back, pressing herself against me. Her hips move, grinding herself against me. “More of you.”

“You’re about to have all of me,” I tell her as I meet her eyes, giving her an extra hard suck as I pull my mouth free with an audible pop.

“Promises, promises,” she says, but the breathiness of her voice betrays her. She’s already on the edge, just from my hands, words and the pressure of my thigh.

I flex that thigh now, pressing it harder against her core. My hands move down as I lift her higher up, cupping her ass and lifting her bodily to carry her to the bedroom.

Her legs wrap around my waist instantly, her mouth opening beneath mine. Our kisses are hungry, deep and growing deeper.

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