Page 85 of Your Pucking Mom

My mouth let out a little moan as Ledger’s towering body pushed us back into the bathroom. He quickly shut the door behind him.

“Sunshine…I?—”

My mouth wouldn’t let him finish his sentence as I kept his lips busy with my own.

“No,” I told him. “I’m done talking and analyzing what is right and wrong, because what is wrong feels so fucking good, and I need to ride this feeling with you.”

What I didn’t tell him was that I was tired of letting my mother dictate what kind of a person I was to the world. I was tired of putting everyone else’s thoughts and opinions first and putting me last. If I believed I was strong, then I needed to prove it to myself.

He nodded and gripped my chin, tilting it toward him. His other hand wrapped around my waist, then he lifted me onto the sink countertop, my butt fitting somewhat into the bowl, forcing my knees to spread apart.

His hands slowly trailed up my thighs, gathering my skirt, and my gasps got louder. Wetness pooled beneath me as his hands got to my aching needy center. He stilled.

“Nothing under this skirt?” His tone was so fucking low as his deep, amber-colored eyes stared at me.

I shook my head.

“My dirty girl.” He moaned as his finger brushed against my center. I was drenched.

“I need to come,” I said, manifesting the dominant person he had opened the door for. The person who grabbed his mouth and pulled it to mine without a second thought.

“I know, Sunshine.” His whisper was raspy which turned me on more as his lips met mine again, flowering me with kisses, enrapturing me deeply by keeping me at this moment.

“Mouth or cock?” He pulled away, his lips swollen as my fingertips kept in his trimmed beard.

“Mouth,” I whimpered, spreading my legs farther for effect, rolling my head back until it hit the mirror.

“Anything for you,” he murmured as I braced my hands against the countertop. My skirt shifted up to my hips as he leaned down, pressing the stubble on his cheeks against my thighs, giving me more friction.

“Please, fuck. More.” I was a mess, but I didn’t care. My need grew deeply. I was desperate to get off as fast as I could.

“My demanding Sunshine,” Ledger growled as his mouth met the sopping wet center of my body. The anticipation of what his tongue would do sent my thighs shaking.

He kissed the sides of my thighs before swiping once with his tongue, tasting me. My nipples pebbled, rubbing against the fabric of my bra and driving my desire.

I didn’t care that in this position all my rolls showed. From where he was, if he looked up, he’d see the two or sometimes three chins I rocked. It didn’t matter, because Ledger fucking Cole was worshipping me like I was the dessert to tonight’s meal in his best friends’ bathroom.

“You are my everything,” he murmured. His words sent a flurry of frustration while his mouth knowingly kissed every single part of me except my clit. My hands desperately searched for something to grasp onto as I held the edge of the counter, thrusting my hips forward.

My one hand stayed white knuckling the edge of the counter while the other reached up into Ledger’s long black hair, driving his face forward. He emitted a low, deep chuckle before his tongue fell right onto the most sensitive parts of me.

“Eat. Me. Out.”

I was extra wet as his tongue circled my clit, alternating between sucking it like a lollipop and flicking it back and forth. I kept my groans as soft as I could, but it was so fucking hard.

He dipped two fingers inside me, and the pressure along with the movement of his tongue would send me over the edge. I clenched around him, not wanting to give his mouth up just yet.

“I’m going to come all over your face,” I admitted embarrassingly.

Ledger paused and lifted his face, moisture glistening his lips and dripping down his chin. “Mmmm,” he moaned softly. “My mamma taught me to finish eating my entire meal and relish every last morsel. I don’t care if your legs are trembling and your mouth is begging, but I will take my time making sure I savor you until you’re a delicious memory lingering along my tongue.”

“Ledger,” I cried quietly.

His mouth went back as he pressed another finger against my aching center. My breaths quickened, and my heart must’ve been skipping beats as I struggled to manage the high circulating through my veins.

“Say my name, Sunshine. Tell me you want me to drink every single drop.”

“Ledger,” I moaned. “Please. Fuck. Ledger.”

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