Page 38 of Pucking Obsessed

When we break apart, we’re both panting.

“I love you,” I whisper.

Robyn arches her brow. “Presumptuous for a servant.” Her beautiful emerald eyes are playful, even if her words are haughty. “Aren’t you here to serve?”

She shoves me downward, and my nose touches the oily, petal filled water.

The intoxicating rose scent makes my head spin, as much as her commanding attitude.

My cock is painfully hard in my pants.

She finally releases me with a reassuring stroke to the back of my head.

“May I serve you like this?” I murmur, as my lips graze the water.

My fingers break the skin of the water, slipping beneath to massage across Robyn’s stomach.

She struggles not to move.

“Yes,” Robyn gasps. “Keep working.”

“Like this?” I check in.

I slip my fingers just above her clit.

She’ll be sensitive at this time of the month everywhere. I’m going to drive her wild teasing her like this.

Robyn is trembling.

“M-m-more,” she demands.

And I’m going to give it to her.

Tomorrow, I’ll have to work with Colton. I only ever wanted to learn from him, try my hardest, and make the most of my opportunities within the NHL.

But today, I want to look after the woman who I love and find joy in service, as much as Robyn is loving being served.

Instead of using my fingers, however, I turn my head and lick just above the waterline underneath Robyn’s breasts.

She shudders in shock.

Robyn’s ex-husband, Wilder Talon, was an abusive dick who didn’t have a clue how to please a woman. He never made her come first and he definitely never concentrated on what parts of her body made her feel good.

If she’ll let me, I’m going to spend my life showing Robyn that she deserves to have a man on his knees worshiping her curves.

When I glance at Robyn from underneath my eyelashes, she looks like she’s already close to flying apart.

My lips curl up at one side, as I raise my lips to the part of her body that’s also most sensitive right now.

I lick over her left nipple. Robyn’s back arches. The water sloshes, and my t-shirt is soaked.

I hold Robyn down by the hip, as my breathing speeds up.

“Fuck, yeah,” she moans.

I flick my tongue back and forth across her peaking nub, before grazing it lightly with my teeth.

When she trembles, I kiss around her breast, worshiping my goddess.

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