Page 20 of Mother Pucker

She bounces as I toss her onto the bed, her eyes going wide for a moment as I stand at the foot and begin to strip.

“Giving me a show?” She asks, her eyes simmering with need.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous. It takes everything I have to make my movements slow and teasing as I strip off my clothes. I try to hold her eyes the entire time, but hers move along my body as I expose every inch of myself.

Then I’m climbing onto the bed, onto her. Spreading her legs wide to bury my face between her thighs. Seeking the sweetness of her soaking wet cunt.

“Erik, I’m ready. Please, please. You want me to beg? I’m begging. I need you inside me or I’m going to go insane,” Payton pants as I press my tongue between her pussy lips, spreading them as I grind my face against her.

“You’re beautiful when you’re begging,” I whisper as I pull back and line my cock up against her. Grinding my shaft against her lips, spreading her wetness along my shaft until it glistens.

“I’ve never begged before, but I’m going to explode if you don’t put that gorgeous cock inside me, Erik,” Payton moans, her voice dripping with need almost as much as her pussy.

We both moan as I work the head inside. I take my time, letting her adjust to the stretch before I begin to push into her in earnest.

Her eyes flutter shut, her breathing going shallow as she meets my eyes.

“Fuck,” she whimpers. One word, but it conveys so much. Weeks of waiting for this moment. Weeks of waiting for me.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, letting the teasing games drop away. There’s no teasing now, no playfulness. This is about more than that.

This is about us.

I shift my hips, pushing into her. She’s so tight that I can barely think straight with the white-hot vice of her walls clamping down on me.

“Relax,” I coax. “If you tighten up like that, it’s going to hurt.”

She chuckles, low and throaty, a sound that makes my balls tighten with a sudden need for release.

“It hurts anyway, but it’s good. Like stretching a sore muscle. You know all about that, don’t you?”

Then she clamps down even harder, her pussy rippling around me as I work myself into her.

“Fuck,” I breathe. Now it’s my turn to sound frazzled, on edge.

Her legs wrap around me, pulling me deeper as her hands splay across my back. I begin to work my hips, pumping into her. Slowly, at first. Then faster, and faster, until the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh are echoing off the walls.

It takes everything, every trick I know, to keep myself from exploding inside her too soon. I need her to come first, but she feels so good that I know I won’t last long no matter what I do.

“You feel too good,” I grunt as I thrust harder, slipping a hand between us to rub tight circles on her clit.

“Cheater,” she gasps, but I can feel her body tightening with the telltale signs of her orgasm.

I swallow her scream of pleasure with my mouth as I kiss her, bottoming out as I feel my own release surge in answer to hers. I feel her nails draw blood as they rake down my back, but it’s secondary to the overwhelming pleasure of feeling her come undone on my cock.

“Mine,” I growl as I pulse inside her, pressing my kiss to her ear.

“Yours,” Payton answers.

8

Payton

The roar of the crowd is deafening.

It’s the last home game of the season, and twenty thousand screaming fans are here to watch the Hawks face off against their biggest rivals— the Miami Ice Rays.

The Rays are assholes with the reputation to match, both on and off the ice. Their win-at-all-costs attitude and penchant for dirty plays have catalyzed more than one NHL controversy. From doping accusations to violent public outbursts, the Rays make even our wildest players look like choir boys by comparison. Most recently, a nasty blow from one of Miami’s d-men put Emerson off the ice— and almost ended his entire career.

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