Page 111 of Suck My Puck

I moan. “You’re so big.”

He lets out a rough chuckle. “You’re gonna give me a massive ego if you keep talking like that.”

He leans back and cups my face in his hand, the look in his eyes tender. “Is this okay for you?” he asks.

I melt even more. He’ssosweet and caring.

I nod. “I’m good. I just need a minute to get used to your size.”

He doesn’t move, giving me time to adjust. I close my eyes, savoring the way his cock stretches me out. It’s a lot, but it also feels so good.

When I open my eyes, his gaze is watchful.

He starts to thrust slowly. My eyelids flutter. That full feeling intensifies. Pleasure simmers inside of me, building with each passing second.

“Look at you, pretty girl. You’re taking my cock so well.”

Tingles spread up my chest at his praise. I dig my fingers into his shoulder muscles the more intense it gets.

Braden mutters a curse word. “God, you feel incredible. So fucking tight and warm and wet…”

My chest swells with pride at seeing just how much he’s struggling to keep it together while he’s inside of me.

After a minute, he leans up and hooks my leg around his waist. I gasp at the deeper angle between us. Pleasure sparks up my chest as the heat in my pussy intensifies.

“Fuck, pretty girl. You’re gorgeous pussy is swallowing up my cock. God, you’re perfect.”

My eyes roll back at his sweet and filthy words. “Can you go faster?” I whimper.

He reaches down and brushes the hair out of my face. That wicked smile is back. “Good girls say please.”

I bite back a smile. “Please?”

He pumps faster. The pleasure is blinding at this point. I can barely see straight, it feels so fucking good.

I reach down and play with my clit. A feral noise rips from Braden’s throat.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters.

“What?” I try to sound innocent, but my tone is too teasing. I can’t help it. I love seeing how much I turn him on.

He shakes his head. His expression borders on angry as he watches me play with myself.

“You expect me to last watching you do that? Watching you play with your pretty little clit while I’m fucking you?”

He makes a growling noise before tightening the grip on my hips and thrusting harder.

“I don’t want you to last,” I say. “I want you to come.”

He shakes his head. “You come first.”

“You already made me come twice,” I say, breathless.

He keeps shaking his head. “You come first, no matter how many times. Always.”

Pleasure rockets through me at the firmness in his tone, at the way he prioritizes my pleasure.

I circle my clit faster. It’s not long before I’m right on the edge.

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