Page 27 of Suck My Puck

A hot flush works its way up my neck to my cheeks. I brace for Braden to give me a hard time about how turned on I’m getting, but he doesn’t.

He leans back and looks at me, his soft blue gaze fiery and intense. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s really fucking sexy feeling you grind on my dick.”

His hands grip my waist, guiding me as I move over the hard ridge of his erection. When I glance down, my eyes go wide. God. Even underneath his clothes, I can tell his dick is huge.

My pussy clenches even harder with the need to feelhim inside of me, filling me up and stretching me out, thrusting hard until I’m screaming…

I halt the thought the instant it forms.

No.

I told him we’re not fucking tonight. There’s no way I’m giving in.

But then he pushes his hips up, and my clit presses harder against the ridge of his hard cock. I whimper.

I close my eyes and take a second to breathe through that delicious ache.

When I open my eyes, Braden is sporting that smug grin.

“All you have to do is say the word, pretty girl, and I’ll fuck you so hard and so good, you’ll see stars.”

I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming yes. I can feel the last shred of my resolve melting with each passing second.

I let out a ragged breath and shake my head, despite how badly I want to feel his cock inside of me.

“No,” I rasp.

He lets out a rough chuckle. “So stubborn,” he growls.

He circles his thumb around my hard nipple, then lowers his mouth to my collarbone. He trails kisses along my skin. I let out a feral, whiny noise at how good this all feels.

“You’re missing out,” he says in a rough whisper before licking my skin and pinching my nipple. “I’m a fantastic fuck.”

My eyelids flutter. “I’m sure you’d give me the best thirty seconds of my life.”

Yeah, that’s a pretty mean thing to say, but teasing him is the only way I can think to maintain control right now. I’m seconds away from ripping my clothes off and riding his dick until I come. I refuse to give him the satisfactionof knowing that all it took for me to toss out my “no fucking” rule was a few minutes of kissing and grinding on him. He’s that good.

He holds my gaze. “I don’t fuck like that.”

He grips my hips and glides me along the hard ridge of his dick. I gasp.

“How do you fuck?” I ask a moment later when I’m able to speak again. I’m dying to know what this infuriatingly hot hockey player is like in bed.

“I take my time. I go slow. Really fucking slow. And I make sure you have a damn good orgasm. Two if you’ve been a good girl.”

My jaw falls open as I gasp in shock. And because I’m so turned on, I can’t breathe properly.

My pussy clenches so hard that the muscles in my thighs give out for a second.

Wow. Just wow. That’s insanely hot. And cocky. But mostly hot.

A long, slow fuck soundssogood right about now…

The corner of Braden’s mouth hooks up in a smug half-smile.

“But you’re not interested in fucking me, are you, pretty girl?” he taunts.

He doesn’t wait for me to answer. He just digs his fingers into my hips and helps me grind against his lap. My head falls back as the pleasure and pressure build.

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