Page 84 of Puck Block

“Who the hell are you?” I ask, bringing her to her feet.

Her pretty eyelashes bat with a true innocence that I, along with every other guy on campus, crave to steal.

“You’re…” Words escape me. I don’t want to talk. I can’t talk. I’ll say too much. Taytum tilts her head to the side, and I zero in on her neck like it's calling for me. I suck on the delicate skin and pull one of her legs to hook around my back. Her pussy is wet, and when she rubs herself against me, I almost crumble.

I choke out one word. “Condom.”

Could you fucking imagine if I got her pregnant?

I pause when I realize the thought of her pregnant with my baby isn’t as terrifying as it should be.

I hurriedly grab my wallet and pull out a condom. Taytum watches with rapt attention as I roll it on. Then, I’m back to touching every part of her. “You’re so wet that it makes me wild,” I admit.

She’s back in my arms and wraps herself around me. We’re on the bed in record time, and I lean against her headboard so she can be in control. I’m not sure I trust myself with her at this point, and she’s not as experienced as she pretends to be.

My hands glide to her ribcage, and I hold her steady. Her hair is a thick curtain around us when she slowly sinks down. My heart skips a fucking beat. We both stop breathing. It’s so intimate that it should feel wrong, but it doesn’t. It feels like I’m right at home.

Once she adjusts, she starts to move over me, and my hands fall to her hips. I dig into her soft flesh, and her little whimpers are the cries of every last one of my restraints breaking. “You’re ruining me,” I groan, brushing my thumb over her clit. She moves faster, and her pretty, pink nipples pucker. When she throws her head back with an orgasm, I’m completely enthralled. I watch her lose herself for me, and I am mesmerized. I selfishly hope she never feels this high from anyone but me, because I know I’ll never get it from anyone but her.

Fuck her future husband.

Taytum is mine.

Her pussy squeezes me, and I can’t help but move with purpose. She’s flat on her back with her hair spilled out on the bed, and I’m railing into her without restraint. Her nails dig into my back, and I force myself to pause, afraid my possessive streak is too much, but she whimpers my name and says, “Please don’t stop–”

I pick up the pace and seal our mouths together in the sloppiest, sexiest kiss I’ve ever experienced. I’m unwillingly giving her my all, and she’s taking it without hesitation.

My hand clamps on top of the headboard, and I’m holding on for dear life when she comes around my cock again.

“Fuck,”I groan. Her cunt doesn’t let me go, and I end up emptying every last bit of pleasure into the condom. I see nothing but her, feel nothing but her, and hear nothing but her.

Her gasp cuts through my haze. Her pussy gives me another squeeze, and my eyes widen when I almost go back for seconds. I quickly pull out of her becausewhat the fuck.

Our eyes snag, and though we’re both fully fucked and just scratched an itch that has been there for too long, there’s something else brewing behind her baby blues that I know like the back of my hand.

There is no getting Taytum out of my system now.

She’s there for good, whether I like it or not.

So warm.

My nose rubs against something soft, and the scent is so familiar that I go in for another whiff.

It smells like sunshine and flowers.

It’s calming.

My chest expands when I feel her soft sigh against my chest. I peek one eye open and confirm that it’s Taytum.

Though, I’d know her touch anywhere.

My body can feel her from a mile away.

I evaluate the situation slowly. It’s early. The morning sun is just now peeking through the wispy curtain, and there’s a thin streak of sunlight laying on top of our discarded clothes on her bedroom floor. As if I need any reminder of what we did last night, I stare at my hand as I absentmindedly rub it over top of her smooth leg that’s hooked over mine.

She whimpers softly, and there’s an uptick in my pulse. I adjust beneath her, and those perfect lips of hers brush against my neck. Taytum scoots closer, and her leg climbs higher. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I try to hold back, but I can’t.

My finger traces a line up the curve of her thigh, and her uneven breaths match mine.

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