Page 14 of A Major Puck Up

“You’ve already made me come once,” I breathe, dropping my head back and tugging at his hair. “I should take care of you.”

Gavin nips at my nipple, pulling a squeal from me. “Letting me eat you out is taking care of me, Peaches. You’re feeding me my goddamn favorite snack. Now please, can I eat?”

I smile through the haze of bliss surrounding me. “Who am I to argue with that logic?”

The chuckle that works its way out of him is dark. “You aren’t. I’m older and therefore much wiser. You should listen to me.”

So damn giddy, I giggle. “I wasn’t going to point out how old you are.”

“Brat,” he teases as he picks me up. His mouth is on me the whole way to his bed, kissing and nipping at my shoulder. He only stops when he tosses me onto the mattress. “But a beautiful brat. Such a beautiful brat.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I breathe, relishing the soft bedding and the heat of his attention on me. “That’s what you tell all the girls.”

Gavin cages me in, a hand planted on the bed on either side of my head. “I really don’t. And it’s been a long time since I’ve wanted anything the way I want you right now.”

God, this man.

With deft fingers, he slides my panties off. Then he presses soft kisses up my thighs and settles my legs on his shoulders. The feel of his skin beneath mine is surreal. His warmth seeps into me, and the heat is only compounded when his tongue hits me. The world goes even more hazy. When he flattens his tongue against my sex and then licks, I’m already dangerously close to the edge. “Oh fuck, that feels good.”

His chuckle is a brush of air against me, making my whole body clench. “You’re so damn tight. You might break my dick.” With a groan, he slides two fingers inside me, stretching me.

“I—” I pant, unease suddenly battling with rapture. “I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh, Peaches.” He curls his fingers inside me. “I’d gladly suffer for you. Break me, torture me with this perfect pussy, just promise you’ll kiss it better.”

My responding laugh quickly transforms into a moan.

I’m not sure what he does with those fingers and that tongue, but only seconds later, a wave crashes over me, rumbling through my body, dragging me under, leaving me breathless and wet and oh so desperate for him. “Please, Gav.”

He drags himself up, peppering kisses along my hips, my abdomen, between my breasts, until his lips meet mine. I wrap my arm around his neck and my legs around his hips, pulling him closer and rubbing against his hard cock.

“Shit.” The sensation makes my eyes roll back in my head. Why does everything this man does feel good?

He grinds down and lets out a low moan that sends tingles down my spine. It’s deep and so fucking sexy. “Peaches, you keep doing that, and I’m going to come all over your stomach.”

I roll my hips, relishing the zap of electricity that shoots through me, working myself over more fervently. This time, the head of his cock edges close to my entrance, dipping inside before he rubs it against my clit.

“Yes, that feels so good,” I murmur, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

“I should get a condom.”

“Yes,” I say, even as I rub against him again and practically ignite when he sinks in just a little farther than before. My body is desperate for him, sucking him in, begging to be filled.

“Just a second.” He kisses me, slow and deep, and this time, he lifts up a little farther, and now his cock aligns perfectly at my entrance as he grinds down.

“Yeah, let’s just—” My words are cut off when he flexes his hips and slips inside again. Just the head of his cock breaches my entrance, but with another slight move, he sinks deeper. This time, the pain hits, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Breathe, baby. I got you.” His words are a soft caress, and then his lips coax gentle kisses from me, relaxing me further. “I want to take this slow,” he adds. “It’s been forever for me, and I want to last.”

He pulls back and holds my gaze, his brown irises infinite pools of desire and comfort as he presses in farther.

He’s only saying that because he knows that it hurts. Despite his words, I see the care and concern etched into the lines on his face. If I had to bet, he knows precisely what I’m giving him right now, and he’s taking it with a graciousness I never knew existed.

“Okay, I’m good,” I say through another breath.

“Baby.” Gavin dips in and pecks my lips. “I’m not even halfway. But we can stop if you want.”

When he lifts up again, I dip my chin to get a good look at us. Holy shit, there’s at least another four inches just hanging out there.

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