Page 77 of Dirty Pucker

“Practice.”

She chuckles, but then cuts herself off with a moan.

After a minute, she reaches down to touch her clit, but I push her hand away.

She leans up, surprised, until I lick the thumb of my other hand and gently tease her clit.

Her eyes roll back and she falls back onto the bed.

I think about the way she touched her clit earlier and repeat those same moves. Slow, gentle circles at first before picking up speed.

“How does that feel, sweetheart?”

“Amazing,” she murmurs.

“I can’t wait to fuck you properly, Ingrid. To slide my hard dick inside of that perfect pussy, over and over until you come.”

She nods frantically, her blonde hair tangling against the sheets.

“Yes…I want that…”

“I can’t wait to feel that perfect pussy tightening around me, milking the come straight from my balls.”

Her eyes widen, like she’s shocked at the filthy things I’m saying. But then a second later, she smiles. I pump faster with my fingers. She whimpers and shudders and clutches the sheets. Oh, damn. She really likes it when I talk dirty.

I watch her, mesmerized and in complete awe of how sexy she is when she’s aroused.

My eyes drink in the pink flush all over her body, the way her nipples turn to adorable stiff little peaks, the way her gaze turns cloudy and unfocused, how she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip the more turned on she gets.

She’s close. So close.

“I want your cock inside of me, Del. So bad,” she says in a breathless, whiny voice.

I lean down and lower my face to hers. I capture her mouth in a filthy, teasing kiss. And then I pull back and look her straight in the eye.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna come hard with my fingers inside you. And then the next time we’re together, you’re gonna come even harder on my dick. You’re gonna forget your own name, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”

Panic flashes in those beautiful blue eyes. A second later, she breaks.

“Del!” The sound of my name as she screams out in pleasure burns into my brain. Fuck, I love the sound of her shouting my name. I wanna hear it again and again.

I keep working her clit and her pussy in my hands as she thrashes against the bed. When her movements start to ease, I slowly pull my hands away so I’m lying next to her.

I take in the bright red flush on her chest and cheeks. I lick the tiny beads of sweat dotting her forehead and kiss her. She lets out a giddy chuckle.

For a long moment, I just sit there and look at her. She’s so beautiful and wild when she comes. And I’m the lucky fucker who gets to see her like this.

I lie next to her and wrap my arms around her, cuddling her into my chest. I press a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Holy fucking wow,” she whispers. I laugh.

She leans back to look at me. “Dirty Del shouldn’t be your nickname on the ice. It’s way better suited for you in the bedroom.”

I laugh and kiss the top of her head when she snuggles back into me. “If you say so.”

I pull the down comforter over us. We’re both quiet as we cuddle together in bed. After a minute, fatigue kicks in. Soon, Ingrid’s breathing turns heavy as she falls asleep. It’s not long before I fall asleep too.

Chapter 27

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