Page 97 of Puck Block

The door unlatches, and my chest loosens.

My eyes quickly adjust to her dark room, and I find her on the bed. The faint glow from the night sky shows off each and every curve begging for my attention. I lock the door with a single flick of my thumb and sink onto her bed.

Her sleepy sigh does something to my dick, and I wrap my hand around her waist to pull her in closer. She nestles into my chest, and I brush away her blonde strands to give way to her ear. “How could you sleep knowing that I was just two doors down, thinking about all the ways I wanted to touch you?” My voice is so low the sound is unrestrained, which is pretty on par.

“Who said I was asleep?” she asks.

I follow her quick movement like a lost puppy when she pulls herself up and leans her head on her palm. Her smile is mostly concealed by the dark, but it doesn’t matter–I’d know that flirty tone anywhere.

“Were you waiting for me?” I ask, trailing my finger over the curve of her cheek.

“See for yourself.”

What?

Words lodge in my throat the moment she grabs my wrist and shoves my hand under the covers. She places it right between her legs, and…fuck me.She’s bare and soaked.

“Taytum Elizabeth...” I chide, rubbing my fingers through her wetness.My God.“Were you touching yourself while you waited for me to sneak into your bedroom?”

My dick is so hard it hurts. The things I want to do to her are dirty and ruthless. I want to fuck her in every position, make her scream my name, and watch her come over and over again until the end of time.

I have never demanded a girl say my name while she came before Taytum, but all I want to hear is my name falling fromhermouth.

Taytum moves against my hand, and I can’t stop picturing her touching herself underneath the covers while she waited for me. It’s so hot I might make her do it again, just so I can watch.

“I actually wasn’t touching myself,” she shyly admits.

My hand stops, and I try to make my eyes adjust in the darkness so I can see her better. “You weren’t?”

“No.” Her mouth comes closer to mine, and it takes everything in me not to kiss her.

“Are you saying that you are this wet from the thought of me coming in here?”

I am going to mark every part of her body in her childhood bed, because I have zero willpower. I always thought that the older I became, the more controlled I’d become, but that was completely obliterated by Taytum and her hot little kiss.

Her sweet breath brushes against my lips, and I’m a goner.

“If I say yes, will you stay?”

I chuckle against her mouth. “I’d stay even if you said no.”

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TAYTUM

His lips aregreedy when he kisses me, and I’m obsessed with the urgency that backs every one of his touches.

“God, I can’t get enough of you.” He pulls away briefly before going back for more. Ford’s calloused hands brush against my ribs when he shoves my oversized tee over my head and drops it to the floor.

I straddle him from above and push his shirt up next. I eagerly touch every tight ab along his stomach and feel the burn scorch my insides.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this moment? Sneaking into your room late at night to make you mine?” He’s out of breath, and it does nothing but excite me.

I push at the waistband of his loose sweats, and he takes them off, all while keeping me steady on top. His hard length is in my palm, and I’m lost with lust when his hand snakes down his chest to cover my hand gripping him.

He gets harder, and I’ve never felt so untamed before. There’s a need pushing me to do things that I’ve only ever imagined.

“I thought about you back then too,” I admit, shimmying down his legs.

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