Page 57 of Puck Right Off

With my eyes locked on his, I suck on his thumb,watching his eyes heat and his lips part, raspy breaths feathering over my face. “How?”

He grabs my hand, placing it on his rock-hard cock. “Let me fuck you until you can barely walk.”

Fuck.I moan, licking his thumb again before I suck it between my lips. “God, yes.”

He lifts me, and I wrap my arms and legs around him. He carries me to my office, then shuts and locks the door behind him. Setting me on my feet, our lips crash together, hungry and desperate kisses. We tear at each other’s clothing, only breaking apart long enough to pull the other’s shirt over their head and their pants from their ankles.

He sets me on my desk and rubs the head of his cock against my clit as his lips find mine again. Then he slides inside, and I’m lost in his, moaning as he begins thrusting.

“Fuck. You’re so damn wet and tight.” His forehead falls against mine.

“Jesus. You’re so big. You fill me up and stretch me so good.”

He thrusts faster and harder. “Mmm. I could live inside your pussy. Night and day.”

I grin at him. “Not possible.”

“You sure about that?” He winks, pounding into me. “I love a challenge.”

I groan, unable to speak. My head falls back as the pleasure overwhelms me. We fit together a missing puzzle piece.

My hooded lids fly open as he pulls out. He chuckles at the expression on my face before he grabs me, pulling me off the desk. “Don’t worry.” He bends me over, my cheek against the wood, his hand pressing into my spine, making me arch. As he slides inside me, he says, “I’m just gonna fuck you doggy style.” Wrapping a fist around my hair, he pulls my head back and starts moving. “Then you’ll ride me. But not before I have you grab your ankles as I fuck you from behind.”

“Jesus, Tristan.”

He chuckles and pulls out. My eyes snap open, frustration welling through me, making my hands clench into fists on the desk. “Stop edging me,” I snap, hungry and desperate for him to fill me.

“Such a needy little bookworm.” He slams inside me, and I whimper, the combination of pain and pleasure giving me goosebumps. “This pussy is choking my cock, not wanting me to leave. I like it.” Leaning down, he sinks his teeth into my shoulder as he rams in and out of me, our skin slapping together.

“Oh, fuck, Tristan. Fuck me harder.”

“Beg for it, kitten. Beg for me to fuck you until you scream.”

“Oh, hell yes. Please fuck me harder.” I arch as he slams in and out of me, the pleasure rapidly building.

“I’m gonna make you come so much. You’ll be begging me to stop.”

I look at him over my shoulder. “Do your worst, hockey boy.”

My words drive him crazy. He fucks me so hard; I’m surprised we don’t break my desk.

As he pounds me into oblivion, my moans and whimpers mixing with his grunts and groans filling my office, I’m capable of one thought.

Best tutoring session ever.

CHAPTER 33

Tristan

Jordyn stands by the toaster, loading two pieces of bread into the slots. She’s wearing a pair of leggings and a tank top that shows off every delicious curve. My gaze darts around, and when I don’t spot Josh anywhere, I come up behind her, one hand on either side of her, pressing against her backside as I pin her hips against the counter.

“Tristan, what are you doing?” She hisses in a panic.

I lower my lips to the side of her neck, nuzzling her. “What does it feel like?”

“You can’t do this.” A moan slips from her lips as her body goes slack against mine. “What about Josh?”

“Fuck Josh. Hopefully, he’s with Janelle. And if he doesn’t wrap it, he’ll end up with herpes.”

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