Page 39 of One Steamy Pucking Meet Cute

Good. That just makes it more fun.

I drive her to the brink again and again, doing my best to pick up on the increasingly obvious cues from her body that she’s on the razor’s edge and could come with one more touch.

I pull her panties down, taking my time running my fingertips up and down her skin before I give her my mouth again.

I bring my mouth close to her clit, lifting my eyes to see she’s holding her breasts and circling one nipple with her thumb, body practically shaking with need.

So fucking hot.

“I’ve decided just one word will do. Please. If you ask nicely, I’ll let you come all over my face. Sound fair?”

Caroline says nothing, so I keep waiting there, determined to win our little game, even as my own body is white-hot with my own need by now. I want nothing more than to be inside her. To feel her walls warm and wet around me. To connect with her again like we used to–body and mind.

Caroline suddenly pulls away from me, sitting up. For a split second, I think I’ve misread the whole situation and pissed her off–that she’s about to tell me to go fuck myself.

And then she blows my mind by taking my shoulders and tugging me to lay on my back. She crawls above me, eyes locked on mine with the most insanely hot look of determination I’ve ever seen.

“What are–” I ask. A moment ago, I was completely in control. Now…

Holy shit.

Caroline straddles me, reaches between us and grips me, and then teases herself with the tip of my cock against her wet folds.

I groan in unison with her. I think she’s about to sit down on me–to give all of herself to me. Finally.

Instead, something devious flickers in her eyes.

I stare back at her, not understanding at first. Then my eyebrows raise. “You have to be fucking kidding me,” I say, half-laughing.

Caroline gives the smallest of shrugs, still poised there, perfect in her nudity, as she hovers above me with my dick in her hand. She has it poised and pressed to her entrance, but she’s not going to let me fuck her until I ask nicely, is she?

I consider my options. Fuck my options, though. I want this too bad for pride. She can win the game if it means I get to be inside her.

“Please,” I say. “Let me fuck your perfect pussy. Please, please, please.”

Caroline finally laughs. “I win.” And the amusement is erased from her face almost instantly. It’s replaced by ecstasy as she lowers her hips and takes me in.

“Oh, God, Jake,” she breathes. Now that she’s won, she’s apparently willing to make noises again.

And damn. She wasn’t the only one who was close to coming. I’m not sure how long I’ll last right now.

“Slow,” I say, warning her. I don’t want this to be over too fast. Not after waiting so long.

She just puts her hands on my pecs, gripping me tight, and shakes her head. Her hair bounces with the movement as she bobs up and down on me. She’s grinding into me, rocking her hips forward and back with absolutely no intentions of slowing down.

Holy shit. How did I ever think I could live the rest of my life without doing this again? Without her?

“Caroline,” I say tightly. I’m gripping her thighs hard, trying to keep myself from coming after just a few seconds of fucking her.

“I want to feel it,” she says between heavy breaths. She’s riding me hard now. Our bodies are slapping together with a rhythmic sound of skin on skin. “I want you to come inside me. I want you to fill me.”

And shit.

I go tense all over, my body rigid as an orgasm rips through me like a tsunami.

It’s perfect oblivion.

It’s ecstasy so white-hot I can feel it burning its way through my veins.

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