Page 112 of Pucking Revenge

“What else?” I stretch out on the mattress and motion for her to settle that sweet pussy on my face.

She doesn’t disappoint. She never disappoints. Clutching the hem of my jersey in one hand, she straddles me and lowers her ass to my chest.

I grip her thighs and pull her to my lips, where I torture her for a bit, getting her so wet and worked up she’s grinding on my face.

“Your cock, Brooks. I need it. Please.”

I circle her clit with my tongue one more time and give it a nip. Then I drop my head back and take in the gorgeous woman on top of me, her trembling thighs and heaving chest and her pink cheeks. “Condom?”

Sara’s blue eyes hold mine as she looks down at me. “Only if you want it. I’m on birth control.”

A guttural sound starts low in my chest and rumbles out of me.“Fuck.”

She smiles as she shimmies down my body, and I see stars when she grinds her hot, wet lips against my hard length.

“I want to feel all these piercings inside me, Brooks. Will you let me do that? Will you let me ride you while you’re completely bare? Let me feel every inch of you?”

Her teasing tone has my cock weeping. I grasp her hips and hold her in place. “Are you sure?”

Sara’s lips tip up in a soft smile, all hints of teasing gone. She leans down and brushes her lips against mine. “Please, Brooks. It will be a first for me too. And I get to experience it with you.” She brings her mouth to mine again. “God, I feel like I’m the virgin. You. This relationship—this is a first for me.”

The underlying meaning is clear. It’s not about the sex. It’s that we’re making love. Tonight is a first for her, because there isn’t another person in existence that either of us could share this connection with.

The physical may feel incredible, but it’s the pull between us, the tether that connects us, the deep friendship that gives our relationship such a firm foundation. The trust, the love.

I don’t need to give her a verbal confirmation. The way I kiss her back is answer enough. Our tongues dance, the moves choreographed by some greater power, as she positions me. Then she deepens the kiss and lowers herself over me slowly.

“Fuck.” All the air escapes my lungs as her hot heat squeezes me like a vise. It’s otherworldly, spine tingling. When I bottom out, filling her completely, every nerve-ending in my body ignites.

“Yes, Brooks. Oh fuck. That feels—you feel. Oh my God.”

Her rambling thoughts pull a chuckle from me, but then her pussy squeezes me, and I hiss in a breath. Her hands are in my hair, tugging, pulling it so taut I have to angle up into her mouth to ease the burn. “I’m going to fuck you now,” she murmurs against my lips.

I snag the hem of my jersey and pull it over her head. “Need these.” Curling up, I suck one nipple into my mouth. Her responding gush warms me further, and I almost lose it. Damn. My girl loves when I play with her nipples.

She throws her head back and babbles incoherently again, but then she snaps her spine straight, presses a palm to my sternum, and pushes me back. Eyes locked with mine, she begins to ride. Her tits bounce, then her head falls back again, and she sends me hurtling into a new type of pleasure. What the fuck is this perfection?

Sara is in total control, riding me, moaning my name. Every single second is nothing but bliss.

“Your bedazzled penis is officially my favorite toy,” she gasps out.

I give her ass a light tap. “Sara.”

She lets out a breathy laugh. “It’s perfect, Brooks. You’re perfect. I fucking—God, it’s like you were made for me.”

Her movements get more frantic, more frenzied, and my vision gets hazy. Every sensation, every emotion, blends together, sending me into sensory overload or some shit like that. I’m on the precipice. I’m going to come so damn hard I might black out.

“Need you to come, crazy girl.” I press my thumb against her clit.

“Yes, Brooks.” Her screams get louder. “You’re such a good boy.”

Her praise does it. I fucking explode inside her. In response, her pussy clenches down, milking my orgasm from my body.

“Yes, Brooks. Fill me up. Let me have it all.” She slumps against my chest and holds me tight as I continue to jerk inside her, her soft whimpers and moans of pleasure a seductive soundtrack to the moment.

I settle a hand on her back, pressing in deep, reveling in the feel of her, the way she envelops me, the way she’s draped over me. And in that moment, I can’t not say it. Maybe it’s the hormones, or maybe it’s her death grip on my cock. Regardless, the truth comes spilling from my lips.

“I love you, Sara.”

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