Page 39 of The Pucking Player

“You like this, angel?” I murmur, grabbing the back of her neck.

“Yes. Don’t stop,” she rasps, relaxing into my embrace.

I duck my head and take her breast in my mouth.

“They’re the perfect size for me,” I mumble, licking them greedily. Another moan escapes her, and I gently lower her on the pillows. I trail my mouth over her smooth belly, inching lower and lower.

Her skin is covered in goosebumps despite the warmth in the room. I press my mouth against her flat abdomen and inhale the scent of her skin mixed with the smell of her arousal.

“How about that breakfast,” I mutter, as I push her thighs apart and take that first delicious lick of her pussy, earthy and sweet, utterly addictive. “I don’t think I can ever get enough of tasting you,” I say as I continue licking her opening, sliding my mouth over her folds and twirling my tongue around her swollen clit.

Her needy whimpers skitter over my skin.

I grab her trembling legs and put them over my shoulders. My tongue slows as I continue lapping at her, playing in her wetness, dragging up and down, until I’m covered in her slickness. When the calloused pad of my finger brushes over her clit, she jerks off the bed, but I’m holding her hips firm, not letting her go.

I’m so turned on I feel like I might implode. She drags her nails through my hair and pulls me closer. Edging on the verge of her climax, her pussy is convulsing around nothing, so I push my finger in gently, careful not to go too deep. Not yet.

She cries out as she tightens around my finger in a powerful orgasm. When the pulses finally subside, I pull away, sucking air into my depleted lungs.

Holy flaming hell.

“You take my fingers so well, angel,” I snarl. “I can’t wait for my cock to fill you.”

“I think I’d like that,” she moans, all shyness gone. She lifts up and pushes down on my chest, showing me that she wants me to lie down.

Surprised, I oblige her, allowing her to set the pace.

14

HAT TRICK

SOPHIE

The second his lips touched my nipple, I was lost. All my arguments and reasoning as to why I should push him away crumpled like paper in a bonfire.

Wanting to stay in control despite my inability to stop what I know will be happening in this room over the next hour, I push him on his back, our mouths hot and desperate with need. I know he’s letting me take control for the time being, rightfully guessing that, ironically, it’s the semblance of power that will allow me to fully let myself go. And this kiss incinerates every promise I’d made to myself.

His hands burn a path down my back as currents of electricity rush through me, while my hips shamelessly grind against his crotch, bringing me relief and driving me insane with need at the same time.

“Don’t worry, angel,” he murmurs against my neck. “I’ll make it good for you. This first time, and every time after that.”

My entire body tightens at the promise, my belly fluttering.My legs are caging his body tightly, my arousal leaving wet marks on his thighs.

Those powerful thighs that could crush a walnut between them.

My eyes trail over his chiseled chest and the lion tattoo, past his abs, down to his cock bursting from his boxer briefs.

He follows my gaze. Noticing my sharp intake of breath at the sight of his bulge, he takes my hands and places them on the elastic band of his underwear.

“Take them off, angel. I need to see your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.”

Without thinking, I obey, lowering my head, tugging at his briefs and sliding them down his legs. When I place my lips on the tip of his length, I lick the drop of precum, then slide my tongue greedily down his shaft. He grabs my hair, pulling at it and guiding me. I’m drunk on the feeling of control it gives me.

“Enough teasing now. Be a good girl and suck my cock,” he growls, his hand placed firmly at the back of my neck. “Time to open up.”

Desperate need pools in my belly at his words, and I eagerly do as he asks, taking him in as much as I can. I hollow my cheeks and suck. It’s sloppy and obvious I don’t have much experience. He pulls back and thrusts deeper, hitting the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicks in, and I gasp for breath.

“Oh, fuck, Sophie, that’s so good.”

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