Page 105 of Your Pucking Mom

The shower started and I swore I heard a faint laugh, but I was too determined to get the box open. There was a small white notecard on it with the same familiar writing from when Ledger left me a note at the hotel.

My last favorite.

My favorite person wearing my favorite color.

Come play with me.

XX Ledger

The corner of my lip twisted into a sly grin as I pushed the white tissue paper aside. There was a bright-red piece of lingerie.

It was unlike anything I had ever worn before. Delicate red lace adorned with intricate floral patterns covered all the parts I preferred to keep concealed. The bra was perfectly sized, like all the other clothes in my bag, and an additional piece seemed to wrap around the stomach, connecting to delicate lace straps that extended over my thighs. Completing the ensemble was a matching red lace thong.

“Ledger,” I whispered under my breath, hesitant to let him hear, but life was about embracing new experiences. If this trip had taught me anything, it was that I wanted to bare everything for him. The hesitation to reveal my body, with all its perceived imperfections, was just another part of fully giving myself to him.

I quickly got out of my regular clothes and threw my bag down onto the ground while also pulling out my favorite rose toy I had packed when I thought I was going over to Ledger’s. I wanted to try it with him but hadn’t been confident enough to bring it out on our trip yet. If he would make me wear this lingerie, then I’d bring out the matching red sex toy to play with too.

It took me a moment to get it all situated on my body, but I slowly walked over to the floor-to-ceiling mirror across from the bathroom of our suite. I took myself in and realized how good I looked. The lace lay subtly over my skin, the bright-red color popped with the bright blue of my eyes. The bra held my breasts in while showing them off, letting my cleavage spill. I ran my hand down my body and relished in how…sexyI looked.

I’d never imagined myself as attractive. Austin’s old teammates would call me a MILF because of how young I was, but I never felt hot. My mother always commented on my weight, telling me it had been eighteen years and I still hadn’t lost my baby weight. I was short, curvy, and my hair was wild, so I was different looking, but Ledger made me feel like I was his favorite dessert.

I took a deep breath, turned around, and opened the door without a second thought. He’d heard me come in, but the entire room was full of steam.

“Ledger?” I squeaked out.

“You found me.” His voice was deep and rattled in the quiet space. The carnal need filled the room, and without seeing him, I could sense his desire.

He pulled the shower curtain, and his hair was floppy in front of his face. His chest was chiseled, and as my eyes traveled down to his cock, I found it swollen and eager.

He got out of the shower, and I backed up, the bathroom suddenly feeling significantly smaller. What I didn’t check was whether the door was open or not, because though the room felt smaller, it wasn’t from fear—it was the tension between us that I wanted to fuck out of him.

“You…” His eyes soaked me in. From the lighting in the room or his half-hooded eyes, the amber color in his irises was deep. “Sunshine. I love the color red.”

He took a few steps toward me, and I backed into the hallway. He was still soaking wet from the shower, not having bothered to towel off.

“You’re soaked.” I half laughed, but it came out breathier than I’d intended.

“I bet you are too,” he murmured.

“Wait.” I stopped him as we got back to our bed. He was still stalking toward me, and I had to slam my hands against his chest to make him stop. He was wild. His grin spread as his dimples shone brightly.

“I brought something with me. I didn’t know where we were going, but I wanted to…show it to you.” I turned around, willing the redness not to come to my cheeks.

This was Ledger. I had shared the deepest parts of myself with him. I cleared my throat before turning back around and grabbing the toy from the bed. “I brought one of my favorite things too.”

He paused, looking at the red device in my hand that was shaped like a rose with a large opening in the middle with a little tongue. When it hit my sensitive clit, I could orgasm within minutes. A devious grin spread along his lips when he realized what it was.

“Did you bring this for me?” he asked slyly.

I chuckled. “I couldn’t let you have all the fun with your game of favorites.”

“Sunshine,” he drawled, letting my nickname fall from his tongue.

“It matches…unintentionally,” I said, holding it up next to my chest. My heartbeat quickened in anticipation of what would happen.

“Get on the bed, spread your legs open, and let your knees fall.”

I moaned, following his directions.

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