Page 73 of Dirty Pucker

I step backward until I feel the bed against the backs of my legs, then lower myself down onto the mattress. I lean back on my elbows and look up at Del. His mahogany eyes are bright and clear as his gaze runs along my body. Like he’s starving for me.

He licks his lips and that pulse between my legs kicks up.

“Look at you,” he says in a rough whisper. “So fucking gorgeous.”

My heart flutters. It feels amazing hearing just how much he likes the way I look.

I lower down to my back and lock eyes with him. I spread my legs wide. He kneels between my legs and grips his hand around my ankle.

I spot a generous bulge at the front of his suit pants. My mouth waters. I’ve seen Del’s dick twice now, and I’m aching to have it inside of me. Finally.

But first, I want to give him one hell of a show.

I reach down and graze my fingers along my soaking wet pussy. A rough growl rips from his throat.

Pleasure sparks between my legs and not just because I’m touching myself. But because of how much it’s turning Del on.

“Do you like that?” I ask.

“Fuck yeah.”

“Tell me what you want to see me do.”

His jaw bulges and he exhales. “Give me your hand.”

I do what he says and pull my hand away from my pussy and hold it out to him. He leans forward and runs his tongue along my fingers. Closing his eyes, he moans.

“Fuck, you taste amazing.”

My clit pulses and I let out a shuddery breath.

“Keep touching yourself, sweetheart.”

My breath catches.Sweetheart.

It’s such a soft nickname from such a rough guy.

He’s really not rough, though. Sure, he’s rough on the ice. But with me, he’s different. He’s soft and sweet and funny. And he smiles. A lot.

My heart thuds as I think about this softer side of Del. How he doesn’t show it to anyone except me.

I run my fingers, which are covered in Del’s saliva, along my slit. My inner thigh muscles twitch at the warmth and pleasure that pools instantly between my legs.

I lightly press the pads of my fingers against my clit and move in slow circles, like I always do when I play with myself.

The side of Del’s jaw is bulging as he watches me. His pupils are blown out and his eyes boast the cloudy haze of arousal.

Another low, feral sound rips from his throat as he watches me touch myself. I feel his grip around my ankle tighten.

After a minute, I pick up speed. The heat inside of me simmers. The pleasure kicks up.

Normally, if I’m masturbating without toys, it takes longer for me to get turned on. But seeing Del watching me, getting so aroused, is having an effect on me.

My mouth falls open as my breathing speeds up. My heart races. My clit is throbbing. I swirl my hand faster.

“This…this doesn’t happen…” I whimper.

Del leans his face down to the inside of my thigh and presses a light kiss to my skin. I gasp.

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