Page 73 of These Pucking Boys

His brows furrow ever so slightly. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you about my father though. I should have.”

I touch his face. “After meeting the man, I can see why you didn’t.”

He covers my hand with his, but instead of leaning down to kiss me as I thought he would, he laces our fingers together and steers me toward the garage door. “Let’s go inside.”

The door opens to a short and narrow corridor, which gives way to an open kitchen space, as well as the living room. The lights are still off, but the curtains in the living room are partially open, allowing the streetlight illumination to flow inside.

“Are you hungry?” he asks.

I’m alone with Jake in a dream location. The last thing on my mind is a late-night snack. I look into his eyes, then drop my gaze to his lips. “Yes, but not for food.”

In the blink of an eye, Jake’s hands frame my face, and his lips cover mine. I open them, welcoming the invasion of his sweet and demanding tongue. My body is already plastered to his, and my arms are around his waist. His lips are soft, but his mouth is hungry and possessive. When he grabs my ass, squeezing it, I don’t think; I jump into his arms, crossing my legs behind him. I’m glad my skirt is flowy, not form-fitting, or I’d have ripped the seams.

He pulls back and smiles. “I guess you want a tour of the house later.”

I capture his face between my hands, mindful of his swollen eye. “I’ll settle for a tour of the bedroom.”

“It’s upstairs.”

I try to slide down, not expecting him to carry me up the stairs, but he holds me tighter. “Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”

“I can walk.”

“I know, but I like the feel of your wet pussy rubbing against my cock.”

On cue, my clit throbs, and I gyrate my hips, causing more friction between our bodies.

Jake’s eyes narrow, then he pivots. “Fuck the bedroom.”

He sets me down on the couch and drops into a crouch in front of me. Holding my stare, he parts my legs. “I never got to taste you last time. It’s time to fix that.”

He rolls my panties down my legs slowly, keeping his heated gaze on mine. That action alone is making me breathless. He touches my clit with the tip of a finger and swipes left and right, sending shivers down my back.

“You’re so wet already, babe.”

My chest rises and falls faster. I’m panting as if I just came home from a run. “That’s what your kisses do to me.”

His lips curl into a crooked smile. “Is that so? I wonder what’s going to happen when I kiss you here?” He leans forward and kisses my inner thigh, a few inches away from the spot where I desperately need him to be.

Sighing, I grab a fistful of his hair. “Why do you want to torture me?”

“Because I enjoy your moans, kitten.”

“I’ll moan louder if you eat me out.”

“Is that so?” He licks my clit in a long and glorious stroke, making me arch my back.

“Oh yes.”

He chuckles against my pussy, and his hot breath teases my sensitive skin. Every nerve in my body is tingling with pleasure.

“I love your taste. Peaches is a very appropriate nickname for you, gorgeous.”

He runs lazy circles around my nub, driving me crazy with need. “Oh Jake. This feels so good. Fuck.”

“I can make it feel even better.” He stands up and takes off his clothes.

I watch, hoping my galloping heart doesn’t jump out of my chest. It’s beating so fast, I can almost hear it. Or maybe that’s just my pulse, drumming in my ears. All I know is that I’m horny as hell, and I might come just from watching this beautiful man undress in front of me. And when his piercing comes into view, I let out a whimper. His jewelry felt so good inside of me.

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