Page 105 of All Your Pucking Secrets

“I’ll be right back,” he promises. “I don’t have any condoms in here, so I need to run to the bedroom.”

He disappears, and for a moment, my brain tries to click back into gear, but I focus on the flickering orange glow of one of the candles, and the sweet, fruity scent it’s giving out. Strawberry, if I have to guess. He’s always had a thing about me and strawberries.

When he returns, it’s with a new box of condoms. He tears the wrapper off, opens the box, and pulls one out. He hesitates, then passes the foil to me.

“You do it,” he says. “I need to know you’re completely in this with me.”

My heart pulses, feeling too big for my chest. With a dopey smile, I take the foil, rip it open, and grab the edge of the condom. He comes closer and I roll it down his cock, being careful not to hurt him.

He frowns. “Would you rather do this in the bedroom?”

I laugh, shocked that it hasn’t occurred to me to move things in there. “No. I like it here.”

He sits on the other sofa cushion. “You’re on top, baby. That way, all the control is yours.”

With that statement, he dispels any of my lingering nerves. I stand so he can spread out along the sofa, and then I climb over him. I draw in a calming breath and slowly let it go. With steady fingers, I position his cock beneath me and lower myself onto it.

At first, I tense slightly, but as soon as I meet his concerned gaze, my muscles relax.

This is Tyler. He would never hurt me again.

I sink onto him, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated within me. Rocking my hips, I test the sensation.

“This is definitely better than the dildo,” I say.

Tyler’s eyes darken and his fingers dig into my hips. “You used the dildo?”

I smile kittenishly and begin to move, just enough to tease. “Only once. I needed to know I could do it before I tried anything with you.”

A muscle in his jaw twitches. “Wish I could’ve seen you.”

“Maybe next time.”

He thrusts up. “Definitely next time.”

We rock together, gradually building the intensity. We’re both out of practice, but it doesn’t take us long to remember how to please each other.

I ride him with growing confidence, my ass slapping against his thighs each time we meet. He presses his fingertips to my clit but doesn’t try to take control of our lovemaking. His quiet grunts and moans urge me on, and before long, my core is liquid fire.

I need him.

I need to come.

I’m so close. So close.

I throw my head back and work my hips faster, spurred on by the slap, slap, slap of our skin. Using the sofa to steady myself, I whimper at the delicious friction between us.

Pressure builds within me, and I meet Tyler’s eyes, my lip caught between my teeth, as he grows stiffer inside me. His cock pulses, and he rumbles a low groan. He’s struggling to hold onto a thread of control. He’s doing that for me.

Pleasure draws taut and then snaps between us.

I shatter.

I’m a whimpering, writhing mess on top of him, but he just keeps his fingers on my clit, rubbing in loose circles as his other hand strokes up and down my back.

When I come back to myself, he’s smiling, the expression full of affection.

“All good?”

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