Page 72 of Mind Pucked

I capture her lips in a passionate kiss and back her up toward the end of the bed. When the back of her knees hit the bed, she sits down and leans back on her elbows.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, princess, but you’re gonna have to be quiet for me since we’re not alone. Can you be quiet for me?”

“I’ll try,” she breathes out softly.

I grab a pillow from the head of the bed and motion for her to lift her hips. I slide the pillow under her and then lean over, kissing her lips again. My lips trail down her neck as she starts to writhe beneath me. I nip the sensitive skin where her neck meets hershoulder and smile as she moans softly. I continue my descent down her body until I’m on my knees in front of her, and then I slide her legs over my shoulders, those shoes running along my spine, and I delve into her sweet center. She fists her hands into my hair and grips as I roll my tongue up and over her sensitive nub.

“Jackson,” she gasps as I work my tongue against her.

I hum against her as I slide a finger inside her. Her hips buck into my face, and I slide another finger in. The noises she makes shoot pleasure straight to the core of me, and I want nothing more than to keep making her make those noises.

“Jackson, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” she begs me as she pushes my head closer to her body.

I hum against her again as I pull her bundle of nerves into my mouth and suck on it gently. I love the fact that I’m making her feel good—she’s so responsive to my touch. I move my tongue faster against her as her legs begin to shake. I lay my hand on her lower belly, under her belly button and press down gently.

That’s all it takes for her climax to wash over her, and she moans my name like a prayer as she shatters.

“Jackson…oh, Jackson…” she moans softly, trying not to be loud.

I lap up everything she gives me and keep going, driving her toward release again. It doesn’t take long before she’s shattering again with cries of ecstasy. I slide my way up her body, kissing every inch of her until I’m hovering over her. To my surprise, she rolls us over, maneuvering herself on top of me and kissing her way down my body, taking my rigid length into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck, princess,” I murmur as my hand tangles in her hair.

The sensation of her warm, wet mouth around me drives me insane.

“Oh, Amelia, please don’t stop,” I beg as my grip tightens on her hair.

“Mmm…” she moans against me, sending sensations through me that I didn’t realize I could feel.

“Oh, baby, if you keep doing that I won’t last long, and I’m not finished with you yet,” I tell her as I reluctantly pull her away from my body.

I roll us over again so I’m on top of her, nestled between her legs. I rub the tip of my rigid member against her throbbing clit and a moan slip from her lips. She grips my arms as I slide into her with a pleasured groan.

“You feel so good,” I whisper against her ear as I start to move.

She lets out a string of moans as I thrust against her, picking up my pace as she gets louder. I hiss as her nails dig into my back, the heels of her shoes digging into the flesh of my ass.

“Oh, Jackson, so good…you feel so good,” she whimpers as I urge her closer to the edge of pleasure.

I’m getting close myself, but I don’t want the pleasure to end for either one of us, so I slow my pace a bit to catch my breath. Her soft moans fill my ears as I thrust against her faster again. My thoughts are swirling in my mind:This is perfect, she is perfect.She’s writhing beneath me, moaning my name in pleasure. I smile against her skin as I kiss her neck.I love that I’m the one making her feel this way.

“God, princess, you’re amazing. I love the way you look right now,” I whisper in her ear.

Her moans are the only reply I get as I push her toward her release. I know I’m not going to last much longer even if I slow down, but I do it anyway, trying to prolong the pleasure. Suddenly, she cries out, muffling the sound by biting my shoulder as she floods all over me and the bed.

“Oh my God!” she cries as her body shakes.

I keep thrusting into her, speeding up again, wanting to know if I can make her do it again. I grit my teeth, using every ounce of willpower I have to keep myself from finishing. She’s trying to be so quiet, but I can tell it’s becoming harder for her to do.

“Jackson, please, it’s too much. Please,” she begs me.

“One more, baby. Give me one more,” I rasp out as I go as hard and fast as I can.

I’m barreling toward my release and bringing her to another one, ecstatic to be the one bringing her so much pleasure.

“Jackson, I can’t. It’s too good, so sensitive,” she whispers breathlessly.

“You can do it, baby. Give it to me,” I urge as I move my hips against her faster.

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