Page 62 of Puck Block

“Fucking hell,” he hisses.

I open my eyes, and he’s sitting back on his ankles, staring directly at his finger inside of me. His hot gaze flits to every one of my curves, and when we make eye contact, the knot that needed to be untied becomes frayed at the ends. The room grows dark, and I chase the high with him staring down at me like I’m the most desirable thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

As soon as I make it over the peak, Ford’s mouth brushes against my ear. “That’s one. Now give me another.”

How? How could I after that?

I’ve never had back-to-back orgasms. Can I even do that?

“I don’t know if I–”

He interrupts me, “You can.”

All of a sudden, Ford pops up with that natural-born agility he has and his feet plant on the floor. I don’t have time to wonder what he’s doing, because I’m quickly pulled to the edge of the bed, and he’s kneeling in between my legs.

His face is masked by the dark room, but I swear I see his eyes brighten.

“Open,” he coaches, pushing my legs apart.

They spread willingly, and I place my hands behind me to brace myself, but there is no preparation when it comes to Ford. I can see why every girl he’s ever been with comes crawling back for more.

I count the kisses he trails up my inner thigh, and his lips are like velvet. I pulse around his mouth when he sucks on my delicate skin, and when he puts my legs on his shoulders for a new angle, he hums, and I shudder.

“That’s it, baby.” His praise sends me to an entirely new level. “Look at you, letting me devour you. I knew you could be obedient when you wanted to be.”

After another few seconds of him kissing, sucking, and licking, I’m gripping the blankets. He licks me clean with little praises here and there, and I’m in a daze when he towers over me with a smile full of arrogance.

“Give me one more.”

I open my mouth with surprise, but I’m distracted when he plants his hands on my waist and spins me. My cheek falls to the bed when he pushes me face down. “This entire night is going in my spank bank, but we’ll never talk about it again. You understand?”

“Yes,” I pant.

His hand skims up the inside of my thigh when he leans over me. I feel how hard he is through his pants, but if he takes them off, it’ll be detrimental. “At least now you know what to strive for with whomever you end up with. They need to make you lose control…” Ford sticks his fingers inside of me from behind, and it hits a spot I’ve never felt before. “Just like this.”

A whimper falls from my lips when he pulls out, but he slowly glides them in again and again. It’s torture, but it’s the best kind. My hand is trapped in his when he interlinks our fingers together. He squeezes them hard and pushes our joined hands into the bed as his other hand works me over.

“Make this one good.” He tugs on my ear with his teeth, and I’m delirious. “I want your come to drip down my fucking arm, Taytum.”

A line of heat starts at my scalp and rushes to my feet. I thrust my hips upward, when he hits the spot again, and I’m a goner. He unclasps our fingers, and his forearm goes to my waist to brace my fall. He holds me steady, and to my surprise, he swallows my moans with his mouth. Our kiss lasts longer than my orgasm, and he doesn’t break away until his fingers are out of me and I’m placed on my back.

We’re both breathing heavily, but my eyes beg to close. Ford stares down at me from up above, and I have the urge to reach up to brush my hand over his sturdy jaw, but the act seems too intimate, so I do nothing but keep a hold of his stare.

“Sleep,” he says, covering me up. “My phone is on loud in case your sugar jumps.”

I nod and close my eyes. I bask in the calming warmth flowing throughout my body, and I’m so close to sleep that I hardly hear Ford say, “But first thing tomorrow, we’re going to have a talk.”

I don’t have it in me to argue, so instead, I drift off to sleep, feeling completely sated.

I groggily reach up and brush the side of my face when something hits it. My eyes remain closed because there’s a bright light coming from somewhere in the room, and I'm already annoyed by it. Rolling to my side, I wonder if I’ve imagined something hitting me, but then I’m pelted in the face again, and I know it’s not a dream.

I rub my cheek and slowly peek an eye open, only to close it again. The sun is blazing through the window, and it blinds me. I move to pull the covers over my head, but I stop when I’m hit again.

“Okay, what the hell!” The blankets fall to my lap when I hastily sit up. I land on Ford right away, and unfortunately, the night hits me harder than whatever he’s throwing at me. We make eye contact, and warmth bleeds into my cheeks.

“Five,” he states.

My heart skips a beat when he talks, and that’s the moment I realize that what we did last night is going to stay with me for far too long.

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