Page 47 of Puck & Make Up

And I have no choice.

There’s no stopping it.

The train is barreling down the tracks, the countdown has begun to send the rocket off into space, the boulder is rolling down the hill threatening everything at the bottom…

And my orgasm is tearing through me.

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Her tight little cunt is squeezing my fingers like a vise and that’s fucking beautiful.

Just not as remotely beautiful as her face is when she comes apart.

The flush on her cheeks spreads down her throat, across her chest, making me desperate to taste those tits again, to have the hardened peaks of her nipples on my tongue. I want to have her moans on my tongue, want to feel her grinding not just against my palm, her pussy clamping around my fingers, but I want her beneath me, want her pulsing around my dick as she cries out.

But…patience.

We skipped a lot of steps tonight, kissing to getting my mouth on her—and though my brain is spinning with the urge to crawl between her thighs and fuck her hard and fast, I know we should wait.

Only…

I don’t anticipate her next move.

Hell, who am I kidding?

I canneveranticipate her next move.

One second, she’s lax as I’m lapping up the evidence of her desire, the taste of that sweet pussy on my tongue as I war with myself, never wanting to move, but also desperate to fuck her.

And the next, I find myself flat on my back.

Dessie clambers on top of me, the slick heat of her cunt brushing my stomach, the head of my cock, and then she’s lowering herself onto me.

“Fuck,” I groan as the tight sheath of her comes down over me in one smooth movement.

“Yes,God,” she moans her palms settling on the middle of my chest, her ass hitting the tops of my thighs as she seats herself fully onto me.

“Condom,” I grit out, reaching for her thighs, intending to tug her off me.

“Fuck.” She goes still, her eyes going wide. “I’m sorry. I?—”

“No, sugar,” I say. “It’s okay. I’m clean. I just…this is a big step.”

Her throat works and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head when she pulses around me. “I’m on the pill,” she says, “and I know it’s stupid, but I don’t want to stop.” Her hips shift ever so slightly, rocking against me, her gaze connecting with mine. “I’m clean too. I—” A breath. “I was tested after—” She shakes her head.

“Sugar,” I murmur, cupping the side of her throat. “It’s okay.”

I know it’s stupid. But I don’t want to her to stop either.

I’ve never gone bare with any other woman, never taken this risk, never allowed myself to be this vulnerable, but with Dessie…it just seems right.

This is the woman I love, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.

And it doesn’t feel like a risk, not really.

If she’s safe, if she feels comfortable, if she wants it?—

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