Page 85 of Pucking the Enemy

Diving in, I ate her like a starving man. Sweet, tart cherry burst across my tongue as Hazel’s thighs clamped down around my ears. I gripped her thighs, prying them apart so I could dive deeper, nipping and sucking lightly on her clit.

Nothing had ever tasted as good as her; I could have spent the rest of my days between her legs, surviving off her nectar alone.

“You taste so fucking good, Hazel. I’m going to spend all my time feasting on you. Now that I’ve had a taste, I’m never giving it up.”

Releasing one of her thighs, I teased her entrance with two fingers, circling a few times as I sucked her clit before slowly inching them in.

Sweet holy fuck. Hazel’s pussy clamped right down.

My cock wasn’t going to survive.

Oh, well.

It would be worth it.

The hand clenched in my hair tightened, the pain in my scalp only amplifying the hundreds of sensations rocking through my body.

“Fuck! Too much!” Hazel cried, her body convulsing as my fingers found her G-spot and rubbed. Hard.

Her body trembled, and a rush of wetness soaked my fingers as she came, her back arching off the bed, a keening cry escaping her lips. As she squeezed my fingers so tight they tingled, I grinned around her clit.

My ego—and other parts of me—were already rapidly growing, and she wasn’t making it any easier.

“Fuck,” Hazel panted, her body sagging back into the mattress.

“That’s what I’m about to do.” I laughed, placing one final kiss on her clit before pulling my fingers out and climbing over her.

Her face was flush, eyes bright and smiling. “Good,” she declared, hands grabbing my hips, dragging me forward.

Freeing my cock with one hand, I lined it up with her entrance, holding it there for a moment, making her squirm.

My patience was shit, though. As much as I wanted to make her squirm and beg, I was too desperate to feel her heat wrapped around my cock.

My mind blanked at the sensation of her walls engulfing me, and I inched forward, trying not to come immediately.

Fucking incredible.

I want to rut into her so badly, to fuck hard and fast. At the same time, I wanted to take it slow and savor every second.

Hazel threw her head back, her moans echoing off the walls as she clawed at my shoulders, trying to pull me closer.

All too soon, our hips were pressed together. My head buzzed with the pressure. It was perfect. She was perfect.

I intended to give her time to adjust to my size, but her writhing made it impossible to stay still. Her hips gyrated, seeking friction.

“You’re mine, Hazel,” I told her in a low, gravelly voice while nipping at her earlobe. I thrust slowly, building the pressure. “I fucking hate how long it took me to realize it, but I’m going to spend the rest of our lives proving to you that you’re mine. You and our peanut. You’re it for me.”

“I love you,” Hazel whispered, resting her forehead on mine.

Those three little words broke what restraint I had. I was actually fucking Hazel, my best friend since childhood. It was actually happening. It felt downright surreal, but I was on cloud nine and didn’t want to question it.

Grabbing her thigh, I hiked her leg over my hip, spreading her wider for me and thrusting forward, her entire body moving with the force of it.

A strangled scream escaped her mouth as her wetness increased.

“Fuck, you just gushed all over my cock like a good girl.” Praising her came naturally to me. She was amazing, after all. “I love you so fucking much.”

Pleasure thrummed through my body, and my teeth physically hurt with the desire to bite her—I wasn’t stupid, though. If I bit her, she would kill me in a slow and sadistic manner.

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