Page 31 of A Major Puck Up

With her lip caught between her teeth, she lifts a little so she can unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. Then I’m helping her by lifting my hips so she can shimmy my pants and underwear down. Her hands are so damn warm and tempting, stroking up and down my shaft. I clench my jaw, staving off the almost uncontrollable need to possess her.

“Sit on me, Millie. Use my cock like you’d use a vibrator. It’s not wrong when you fuck a toy, right? So just…use me to get off.”

The web of lies I’m weaving is ridiculous. I could have earned a law degree with all the ways I’m bending the truth. But I’d do anything to make her come right now.

“I’ve never had a toy this large, and believe me, I have never made myself come the way you do.”

She lines herself up and slides down, her warmth sucking me in, and god dammit, I can’t help but grasp the hair at her nape and pull her down until her lips are on mine.

“I could never deny you,” I say between desperate kisses.

Above me, she’s fully sheathed and holding still so she can adjust to the feel of us finally together again.

She sighs into my mouth. “I love fucking you.”

I laugh. “It is truly the best feeling. God, you’re squeezing my dick so damn tight, Peaches.”

The smile she gives me is slow and so fucking sexy. “I love when you call me that.”

“I know. Now ride me before we get caught.” I grasp her bare thighs beneath her dress and roll my hips.

It’s torture at first. Slow and exquisite. She needs to get off, and god knows I shouldn’t. I’m so goddamn depraved for doing this. But fuck, the way she’s writhing above me, the way her pussy pulls me in, the way she flexes her inner muscles, squeezing me tighter, has me certain I won’t be able to stop myself.

“Peaches, I’m gonna come so hard, and then you’ll be walking through this resort with my cum dripping down your leg.”

She grasps the front of my shirt and works herself over me faster. “Hold it, and I’ll do ya one better.”

Regardless of what she has in mind, I’d follow her to hell, so I do as she says. I grit my teeth and flex every muscle, holding back my release. Then I thumb her clit, stroking it until she unravels on top of me. “That’s a good girl. Look at you riding my cock, taking what you want. So beautiful. So fucking perfect.”

I pull her top down and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. After a couple of strokes with my tongue and another long pull, she shatters, crying out my name as she does. My vision goes dark, and I’ve barely recovered from the feel of her squeezing me when she lifts off me, then lowers down and sucks me into her perfect mouth.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I growl, tangling my hand in her hair and pulling her head back. Fucking her to make her come was one thing. Allowing her to blow me? That—fuck. “Millie, please, baby. That feels too good. I’m gonna come down your throat.”

At my warning, she doubles down, moving faster and sucking harder, taking me all the way to the back of her throat until I’m fisting her hair and thrusting into her mouth and coming so hard I can barely breathe.

My vision is still mostly dark when I pull her up so she’s lying on my chest, our hearts beating wildly against one another.

That’s precisely how I feel about her. Wild and untamed.

“Fuck, baby. What are you doing to me?”

She breathes heavily against me. “God, that felt so good.”

The husky note in her voice has me hauling her closer so I can kiss her again.

I wish I could keep her. I wish this night could go on forever.

“Let me walk you back to your room.”

She shakes her head. “Daniel and I are neighbors. I don’t want you to get caught.”

I nod, even as my jaw hardens at the reminder that we can’t be together. That even something as simple as walking her to her room would raise suspicions.

The dread that’s weighed me down since the moment I realized she was Ford’s daughter momentarily vanished when I was buried inside her, but now it comes rushing back with a vengeance. We shouldn’t have done this. I should have stayed the fuck away. Fuck.

She presses one last kiss to my mouth, but I barely register it. I’m too busy spiraling.

She fixes her dress quickly and stands, but I take my time redressing, holding on to this moment for as long as I can.

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