Page 7 of One Last Puck

“I did,” I replied, grabbing her chin again and holding her gaze on me. “But you’re calling the plays.”

Her breathing hitched, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body.

“So, I ask you again… Is kissing you a part of the wager?”

“You can kiss me,” she permitted before closing the tiny space between us and pressing her lips onto mine.

Her sweet tongue wiggled its way into my mouth, and I devoured it with mine. I didn’t kiss women often. That was too much like being in love, but I was hungry for Faye. If this was all she wanted to do tonight, I was with it.

Suddenly, she pulled back from my lips and climbed off my lap, leaving me sitting there wanting more of her. She smiled sweetly before dropping the towel, exposing her naked body.

“Damn, you’re even more beautiful like this.” I attempted to stand, but she placed a hand on my chest and pushed me back down.

“You said I was calling the plays.” She stepped between my legs. “Take all this shit off.”

I smirked. “Oh, I can stand now?” I teased her.

I liked her boss ass energy. It was cute, and it was going to make it a lot sweeter when that pussy submitted to me later.

“Um… yeah… stand up.”

I stood from the couch, keeping my eyes on her as I undressed. She was standing there watching me with her naked body on full display. Her confidence standing here with all the lights on and all her imperfections had me damn near ready to drop to one knee. I didn’t get my pants off good before she was pushing me back down and straddling my lap. Her hips were already rolling into action.

“Wait.” I tried to steady her body. “You don’t want to talk first?”

Nigga, what?I didn’t know where that shit had even come from. Of course, she didn’t want to talk. We were sitting here butt ass naked.

“Nope.” She shook her head as she reached on the end table and grabbed a condom. “Here.”

She snaked her hand in my pants and fished my hard ass dick out. I was at a loss for words as she opened the condom and slid it down my dick.

“This doesn’t have to be all about sex. We can get to know each other.”

Again, nigga, what?Lafayette had me tripping hard, but I just wanted to establish that she meant more to me than just that.

“Not necessary. I won the bet, and I want to collect.”

She grabbed ahold of my dick and inserted it into her wet center. A breathy moan escaped both of our lips as her pussy stretched to let me in.

“Shit!”

“This is just sex, Jax. No strings,” she whispered as she slid up and down on my dick.

Her pussy gripped me like a pair of wire pliers. As good as her pussy was gripping me, she was delusional if she thought there weren’t any strings forming between us. Shit, the strings had formed the first day she said my name on her show.

“Nah, shawty. This is more than just sex. You’re mine.”

“Nah,shawty. This is more than just sex. You’re mine.”

Jax gripped my ass cheeks and brought my wet, throbbing pussy down on his dick.

“Shh. Don’t speak. Just fuck me.”

I placed my pointer finger over his lips as his dick made itself comfortable in my guts. This wasn’t my first rodeo having a one-night stand. I didn’t need him filling my ears with sweet nothings and false hopes. All I needed tonight was to be thoroughly fucked until that empty feeling of uncontrollable pain dissipated into moans and orgasms. His talking would only ruin the moment and remind me why doing this with him was bad.

“No talking tonight. Just sex.”

I rolled my hips, adjusting to his massive size. My pussy was already spilling cream all over him.

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