Page 10 of Pucking Fake

I squeeze my cock, willing myself not to lose it yet.

"Damn, baby," I breathe, running a fingertip up her leg. "Look how pretty you are spread out like a little sacrifice for me."

Her eyes are bright and glossy, her skin flushed with desire.

She lifts her hips from the island in a silent demand, reaching out to me in entreaty. "Please."

I take pity on her this time—mostly because I'm starving for a taste of her. I lash my hands around her ankles, hauling her to the end of the island. Her legs fall open around me, spread wide.

"So beautiful," I groan, leaning forward to press a kiss to her pussy. At least, that's my intention. But then I smell her heady, tangy scent and I can't help myself. I flick my tongue out, running it over the gusset of her panties.

Her hips jolt from the island, my name leaving her lips in a loud crack of sound.

Cum spills into my boxers.

I stop teasing her and rip her panties away, leaving them dangling beneath her as I lift her toward my mouth.

"Keep your eyes on me, Peyton. Watch me eat this pretty little cunt," I order, waiting only long enough to ensure she obeys before I bury my face between her legs.

That first lick is pure bliss and straight adrenaline, intoxicating and heady. I grip her cheeks, spreading her open as she sobs my name, spurring me on. I'm not polite. I don't takemy time. I fucking devour her like the perfect little treat she is, eating her cunt until her juices drip down my face and she's rocking against me, her cries growing louder.

I still want more. I've never been a greedy, selfish man. Until now. Until this. Until her. There's no fucking way I'm going to stop now. There's no way I'm ever sharing this. I want all of her.

I force my tongue into her tight little hole, thrusting it as deep as I can get it. She wails as I use it like a cock, fucking her with it. My thumb grins against her back entrance, adding to the onslaught of pleasure currently wrecking her. She likes that, too. The little minx pushes back against me, greedy and eager.

I growl, turning my head to bite her inner thigh. "Fucking come, Peyton. All over my goddamn face or I might keep you here all night." I don't give her a chance to respond before I go back to work, wrapping my lips around her clit. I suck hard, thrusting two fingers inside her at the same time.

"I'm going…I…"

"Come," I order.

She shatters with a scream, squirting all over my face.

I snarl against her, licking up every drop as my goddamn balls throb, screaming for relief. I need to be inside her right now. Christ, I need it more than I need air.

I pull back, ripping through the button on my fly. The zipper comes down. I rip my shirt off, flinging it over my head with one hand as I pull my cock out with the other. Somehow, I manage to keep from falling on my face as I kick my shoes and jeans off.

When I step up between her legs with my cock in my hand, she's still writhing through aftershocks, whimpering.

I run my dick through her folds, groaning at how good she feels.

"Christ, I need to be in you, Peyton."

"Yes," she whimpers. "Please, Logan."

I notch myself at her entrance, pushing inside. My gaze jumps from her face to the sight of my dick disappearing inside her back to her face. She's so fucking tight…

Her brows furrow, a soft whimper escaping her lips as I push deeper.

"Fuck," I rumble, realization dawning. I immediately fall still, staring down at her in shock. "Baby, you're…" I swallow hard, my heart pounding. Why the fuck am I suddenly nervous? "Peyton, are you a virgin?"

"I…" Guilt dances across her face, confirming what I've already worked out for myself. This fiery little goddess has never been with anyone else. She bites her lip and nods. "Yes."

I lean down, brushing my lips across her forehead, eyelids, and cheeks in awe. In silent apology. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I…I didn't want you to stop," she whispers. "I want this."

"You think I would have?" I tangle our fingers together, kissing her hard and deep. When she's writhing beneath me again, I surge forward until I'm balls deep, every inch of her wrapped around me. There's not a chance in hell I would have stopped even had I known. I'm pretty fucking certain this girl was made for me. There is no stopping this. "I wouldn't have stopped, but I would have been more careful, angel."

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