Page 48 of Puck & Make Up

Fuck, I would give her anything.

And it’s not like I’m sacrificing myself here.

The slick heat of her pussy clamping around my dick is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.

Better than being drafted, better than winning the Calder cup, better than knowing that I have enough money in the bank that I’ll never have to want for anything. Better even than that first step onto the ice in the Grizzlies’ home arena, the crowd screaming, my dreams being fulfilled.

But…not better than her smiles, the shy way she looked at me today, those bags of groceries between us.

Not better than this feeling right now.

Being this close to her.

“I’ll get a condom,” she says, starting to lift off me.

I clamp my hands onto her hips.

“No,” I order roughly. “I don’t want you to move, sugar.”

“No?” she asks, and I see the first hint of the mischief that I love so much about her, the confidence that had been dimmed except for very special occasions until recently.

Untilme.

UntilIhelped her find her way out.

Yeah, I might as well be a fucking superhero.

“Youdon’twant me to move?”

Her voice is teasing and paired with her internal muscles squeezing, her fingernails biting lightly into my chest…

Well, maybe she’s the one with the superpowers.

She rocks forward, squeezing me tight?—

I bite back a curse, know she’s doing it on purpose to drive me crazy.

And it’s working.

She bends toward me, her lips almost coming to mine, her words glazing along my bottom lip. “You don’t want me to move?” she asks again.

I grit my teeth as sweat begins to bead on my forehead, as it gathers and drips down between my shoulder blades. The urge to roll us, to plunge deep into that tight, slick cunt, to fuck her hard and fast and furiously until we’re both there, is nearly overwhelming.

But this is Dessie—smiling, bright, beautiful, Dessie.

And I won’t take this moment away from her.

Not fuckingever.

So, I clench the blankets in my fists, and I grab tight to my control, and I hold myself still as I say, “I want you to move however it makes you feel good, sugar.”

“And if I say I think I’d like to stayrighthere?” she drawls, dragging one of her fingernails along my chest.

I flex my hips, shifting my cock inside her, hitting that spot I’d found a few minutes earlier with my fingers, making her gasp and rock against me, taking me deeper. “I think I can change your mind.”

“Not fair,” she huffs.

“You like it,” I counter.

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