Page 57 of Chasing the Puck

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TUCK

Olivia’s words slam into my chest like a sledgehammer.

She wants me inside her. Fuck. I have to clench my muscles to keep from coming on the spot.

If I sink my cock into her pussy right now, that pussy I just know is going to fit me so damn right, I won’t last three thrusts. And I plan on lasting a lot more than that when I fuck Olivia for the first time.

Good thing I know just how to buy time to recover from the most incredible blowjob of my life.

“Not until I taste you first,” I growl.

Olivia gasps as I dip down and gather her in my arms. Her legs kick, her high-pitched giggles making my chest pang blissfully while I carry her to the bed. To our bed.

I lay her down on the bed. The same bed where I fell asleep with my arm draped around her waist. The same bed where she pressed her ass against my cock.

“Fuck, Olivia,” I growl, pushing her up the bed so she’ll be in perfect position for me to feast on her. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to taste you.”

“I think I have some idea,” she says on a laugh.

“Maybe you think you do,” I say, dropping to my knees at the foot of the bed. I look up at her, heat blasting from my eyes. This view, her on her back, our gazes meeting over the swells of her breasts, has my heartbeat hammering in my cock. My balls are so tight they ache. “But you’re wrong.”

She knows I’ve wanted her. I sure as fuck didn’t make that ambiguous. But there’s no way she knows I’ve wanted her, still want her, so bad that I haven’t as much as thought about another woman for over four fucking months.

Sparks burst on my fingertips as they brush against Olivia’s smooth skin when I reach up the hem of her shirt to grip the waistband of her flimsy shorts.

My chest pulses when I sink my fingers underneath the waistband, the backs of them brushing against the humid softness of her skin. I pause for a beat, savoring the moment.

Slowly, torturously slowly, I drag her shorts down her legs. My eyes are wide, feasting on every new sliver of exposed skin. I’ve been waiting for his moment so long, I’m going to draw out every second to treasure.

Olivia has other ideas, though. “Hurry up,” she whines, her hips rolling impatiently.

I laugh darkly. “No.”

My nostrils flare when I get my first glimpse of her pussy. Fucking hell. It’s even more gorgeous than I imagined. So fucking pink. So wet.

“You’re fucking soaked for me,” I rasp. I’m still slow as I slide her shorts down the rest of her legs, my eyes tethered to her slick opening.

She bends her knees, and I pull her shorts down her feet, tossing them behind me with disdain, like I’m glad to be rid of them. I am.

I settle my head between her thighs. I draw in a deep, greedy breath of her scent.

I practically roar with appreciation. She smells so fucking sweet. The smell of her wet arousal makes my mouth water. It takes all my self-control not to dive right in and lap at her, finally indulging in the taste I’ve spent so damn long imagining, yearning for.

But I hold back. I want to tease her first. I want her to know what she’s been doing to me for these long months, denying me something I want so bad that it hurts.

She squirms as I drop hot kisses onto her soft, smooth thighs. Each kiss is accompanied by a growl of appreciation for how her skin feels against my lips. All the while her smell has me lightheaded, and the way she bucks her hips forward, clearly desperate to have my mouth and tongue on her greedy cunt, makes my chest thrum with satisfaction.

“Tuck,” she whines, thrashing around on the bed.

“Yes, Olivia?” I ask in a mocking, sing-song voice. She shudders as I run my tongue across her creamy skin.

“Stop teasing me,” she begs through tight laughter.

“Why should I?” I lower myself over her opening, close enough for her to go taut with anticipation, but I don’t give her the contact she wants.

“Damn it, Tuck,” she groans. “I’m too horny to think of any banter right now.”

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