Page 19 of Your Pucking Mom

Ugh, but he didn’t get it. I’d lived a hundred lives since I was seventeen. He was just starting. He had a career and lived in a fancy-ass apartment. I was on my own for the first time in years.

He wouldn’t get it.

I sighed deeply. “You’re right,” I said, looking right into his gorgeous brown eyes. In the right light, little golden specks shined through.

“You’ll learn soon”—he ducked down, meeting my gaze—“I’m always right.”

I swatted at him, letting out a little giggle. “Stop it.”

Neither of us moved from our position, our chests rising in sync. “Auburn.”

He uttered my name as if it were a complete sentence, as though he was attempting to etch it into his memory. My heart thumped so loudly that I wondered if he could hear it.

“I want to kiss you right now, and I’m trying my damnedest to be a gentleman.”

“Yeah?” I swear my heart lurched into my throat. In my years of existence, nothing like this had ever happened. I was actually living in the moment.

Opposite. Action.

He gazed at me with an unexpected intensity, catching me off guard. His lips subtly curled, a hint of anticipation in his expression. His brown eyes locked onto mine, and the world faded away.

I took a deep breath, determined to be stronger and break free from the chains of my past. From what I saw, Ledger was patient, considerate, and genuine. Instead of expecting the worst, I allowed myself to be open to the possibility that not all men should be defined by the scars of my past. His warmth was like a gentle flame, melting the icy walls I had erected over the years.

I could leave at any point.My new mantra. He wasn’t blocking me. We were standing in the middle of the living room. I knew if I told him no, he’d back away. Sure, he’d be hurt, but he’d move…for me.

“Ledger.” I took a deep breath. “Kiss me.”

Within mere seconds, his lips crashed down onto mine and I was lost. God, I was so lost in the abyss of sheer pleasure.

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I started slow, letting my lips guide hers, but the moment her mouth parted and her tongue danced with mine, I was completely lost. Her fingers gripped my shirt as my hands settled on her lower waist. I could feel her—my—shirt inching up, and I was desperate to touch her. I was terrified she would run away. Whatever demons she was slaying in her head were strong, and I needed to offer her support and warmth, not convince her I was the grumpiest person alive—though that was how most people described me.

Our lips meeting was like flowers blossoming to life after a hard winter. I was completely and utterly hers. Truthfully, I’d been hers the moment I saw her crying on the ground.

“Ledger,” she moaned in a breathy whisper.Fuck.

No. Fuck. This isn’t good. Keep it together.

Nope. I was hard, so fucking hard, and because she was so short, she would feel my length pressed against her stomach any second. I needed to fix this. Make this seem like an innocent make out session. I grabbed her thighs. Her ass fit perfectly in my hands. Her thighs were big enough for me to grab onto. I loved her curves and short height.

The way her tongue fucked my mouth was everything. I tried to stay in the moment but kept thinking…er, my cock kept thinking how tight and perfect her pussy would feel.

I lifted her, and on instinct, she wrapped her thighs around my waist. My left hand went to steady her and held her by her ass cheeks. The other held her lower back over her shirt, but our mouths never parted.

“Auburn,” I groaned, pulling away for a moment. Her lips were swollen and parted, and her eyes were hooded and laced with desire.

“Auburn,” I repeated. “I’m not going to be able to stop if we continue.”

“Uh-huh.” She was in a daze. I focused on thinking about anything other than my dick throbbing at the heat coming from her core. My Sunshine was fucking soaked.

“I need to put you down. You need to leave, or I need to go to my room—” Her lips crashed against mine.

“Don’t stop.” She moaned. “Please.”

Fuck. I didn’t think we’d be here, but I needed to stick to my word. She told me earlier that it was just dinner, and my sexual appetite…well, if I had to choose a cookie in the dozen, it wouldn’t be the vanilla one. I liked to fuck like I played, full of adrenaline and primal need.

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