Page 76 of Dirty Pucker

A sweet smile tugs at her lips. “It’s okay. It’s not like we planned this.”

“I could, uh, ask if Blomdahl has one. Or one of the other guys…”

She winces. “Is it okay if we don’t? I, um, don’t love the idea of having to ask someone from the team for a spare condom.”

I nod. “I get it. It would be kind of awkward.”

I drop my pants on the floor and move to sit back down on the edge of the bed.

Ingrid stands up and moves between my legs. She runs her hands through my hair. “There are other things we can do, even without a condom.” She flashes that sexy smile I love so much.

“Like what?” I tease.

She gets on her knees and pushes my legs apart. Then she grips the base of my cock and pumps me with her hand. With her other hand, she grips my balls and gently palms them.

Pleasure shoots through my cock, all the way up my abdomen. My head falls back and I grip the edge of the bed.

“Jesus,” I mutter.

When I look down, Ingrid lowers her mouth to the head of my cock. Slowly, she swirls her tongue along the head. My knees buckle. Thank fuck I’m sitting down. If I had been standing when she did that, I’d have collapsed onto the floor.

“Holy fuck…” I growl as she swirls that heavenly tongue over and over around the head of my cock.

When she takes me in her mouth, I mutter a curse. She runs her soft, wet, hot mouth up and down my shaft. The whole time, she grips the base and works my balls in her other hand.

I tug my hand through my hair and try to regulate my breathing. It’s a fucking struggle though because this woman is an absolute demon with her mouth.

After just a couple of minutes of working her mouth and tongue all over my dick, that tell-tale tightness in my balls hits. Heat pools in my balls and at the base of my spine. I’m seconds away from coming.

I glance down and see those bright blue eyes gazing up at me. Her lips are pink and swollen as she sucks me off.

“Sweetheart…I’m gonna come,” I mutter.

She makes an “mmhmm” sound and works my dick and balls faster in her hands. And then she flattens her tongue and runs it up the underside of my dick.

A second later, I spill down her throat. I come so hard that my ears are ringing and I can’t see clearly for ten solid seconds.

She slowly pulls off my dick and sits on her heels. I hunch forward, my heart pounding in my chest. I’m panting as I catch my breath.

She peers up at me, a smug little smile playing on those gorgeous lips.

I reach down and gently grip her chin in my hand, then pull her up to kiss me.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” I murmur against her lips. “You’re gonna kill me with that mouth.”

She giggles. I pull her onto the bed and lay her down. When she tries to pull me down next to her, I shake my head.

I scoot down on the bed and press my palm against her pussy. Her mouth falls open as she gasps.

“I may not be able to give you my dick right now, but I’m still gonna fill you up and make you come. Hard.”

I slip two fingers into her pussy and hum at how wet she still is.

I glide in and out, slowly at first. Ingrid’s eyelids flutter, just like before. She breathes harder and faster the longer I finger fuck her.

Her eyes go glassy as she stares up at the ceiling.

“Oh my god…” she babbles. “How are you so good with your hands?”

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