Page 65 of Your Pucking Mom

He reached out for me again, and I playfully slapped his hand away this time. “Hands to yourself. It’s my turn first.”

He huffed another raspy laugh out as I continued to crawl toward him. He edged closer to the headboard of the bed so he was in a seated position.

I prowled toward him, my nails scraping over each ripple of his abdomen. This was exactly what I wanted. I wasn’t thinking. No, I was admiring this man in front of me, a man who was teaching me what it meant to feel safe and secure.

“Those nails, baby.” I dug a little deeper as I worked my way up to his neck.

“Am I hurting you?” I stopped, my voice laden with concern.

“No, Sunshine. You’re not hurting me.” His cock twitched.

I dragged my nails up over his shoulders, digging in deeper, and a bead of blood popped to the surface.

As the blood welled, a surge of adrenaline coursed through me, heightening my senses. I fixated on the crimson bead, a stark reminder of the power I held at this moment. Pain and pleasure danced on the edge of my nail, a delicate balance that could tip either way.

Ledger’s touch on my chin brought me back to the present, his intense gaze penetrating mine. His ragged breaths echoed the palpable tension between us, a silent acknowledgment of the desire simmering beneath the surface.

“I will always bleed for you, Sunshine.” He rolled my nipple between his fingers, and I let out a toe-curling moan. Next to my clit, my nipples were the most sensitive part of me.

“Be a good girl and take my cock in your mouth. I’ve been thinking about the way your mouth felt against me for weeks now.”

I helped him slide out of his gray sweats, and he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “Please.”

His begging was my undoing. The power in my hands was so freeing. Little did Ledger realize that I’d give him anything he wanted at this moment.

My mouth dropped onto his thick length, taking him in, and I’d forgotten how large he was.

“I’ll never forget the feeling of your mouth on my cock, ever.” He groaned, his head falling back against the headboard.

I popped off. “What about when you die?”

“If I die before you, I’ll haunt your dreams. Your mouth will only ever be mine, Sunshine.”

My lips curled into a smirk.

“Brat,”he mouthed, and we both let out a small chuckle.

“Ledger.” I replaced my mouth with my hand and pumped him.

“Mm-hmm?” His head dropped back again, then I knew he had fallen deep into the bliss of pleasure.

“I think we need to be this kind of friends a few more times after this,” I whispered.

His eyes opened, searching mine. Then he grabbed my waist and hoisted me up to straddle him again.

“Already searching for seconds when you haven’t tasted the main course yet?”

He peppered me with kisses along my mouth, over my cheek, and all the way to the shell of my ear.

“Lie down. Let me worship you.”

He flipped me so his gigantic frame hovered over me. “Spread your legs.”

I obliged, then became uncomfortable with the way the rolls of my stomach scrunched up until his hands caressed me as his tongue danced with my opening.

“How sweet are you going to taste on my tongue tonight, Sunshine?”

I moaned loudly, not caring if everyone in the hotel could hear. His tongue danced along my clit before he dove in, flicking, fucking, and devouring me like he’d promised.

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