Page 64 of Pucking Sweet

He lets me ride his face through my orgasm, still teasing me with that devilishly talented tongue until I’m all but squirming to get off his face. “Oh my god,” I cry, limbs shaking as I hold to the side of the ice machine for support.

Lukas stands. The caramel in his eyes are now thin rims swallowed by black. He gazes down at me like he wants to eatallof me. “How was that?” he asks, his lips and chin wet with my release.

I’m shaking like a leaf as I reach for him. “So good,” I say on a broken sigh. “Lukas, that felt so, so good. Thank you.” My sensitive nipples send little aftershocks of pleasure to my core as he presses himself against me.

“We’re not finished,” he warns, brushing his fingers through my hair. “Are we finished?”

I let out a breath, relaxing in his arms. My endorphins are pulsing, and my mind feels like a furry box of rattling marbles. “No,” I whisper, letting my head drop weakly forward to pepper kisses across his chest.

“What do you want, Poppy?” His hand is still buried in my hair, fingers massaging the nape of my neck. God, it feels so good.

“I want more,” I say, flicking his nipple with my tongue.

He grunts, tipping my head back. “You better get more specific real quick, or I’ll paddle this canoe right over Kink Falls. You wanna crawl to me and call me ‘master’?”

I shake my head, still feeling breathless.

“Good, because there’s no room for that in here. And, either way, I’d prefer you to be wearing my collar when that happens. Now, tell me what youdowant.”

Blinking up at him, my orgasm fog lifting, I drop my hand between us and smooth it over the hard length in his pants.

“Is that what you want, Poppy?”

I nod, looking up at him with what I hope is an expression of raw, aching need.

But he’s not going to make anything easy. He smiles down at me. “Use your words, beautiful. Say what youwant. Be specific.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper. “I want you to press me up against this ice machine and bury your cock in me. Please.”

His gaze hardens as he fists my hair tighter. “Open my pants and take out my dick.”

With trembling fingers, I lower my hands to his brown leather belt and work it open. Then I’m unzipping his pants and reaching my hand inside. I palm him over his boxer briefs, taking in the full outline of his cock. It twitches against my hand, a spot of wetness soaking through his briefs at the tip.

“Does that size work for you?” he says in my ear. “You want all those inches buried deep? Wanna ride this while I press you up against the goddamn ice machine?”

I nod, brushing my thumb over his tip. “Yes.”

“Then take it out.”

I tug down on his pants and briefs, not stopping until his cock pops out, fully erect, the tip glistening. I wrap a hand around it, stroking the silky length from root to tip. He groans, both hands on my shoulders. I swirl my thumb around his tip again, spreading his slick precum around his head.

I look up at him through my lashes, daring to let my walls drop with the rest of my inhibitions. “Please, take control. I don’t want to think, and I don’t want to make any more choices. Please, Lukas. I only want to feel.”

He nods and brushes his lips against mine. “Get the condom out of your bag.”

I duck down, searching the floor for my discarded clutch. I find it open in the corner, phone and lipstick scattered on the floor. I pull out one of the condoms and stand, holding it out to him. Lukas wraps his hand around my wrist and reels me in, giving me another open-mouthed kiss. He lets me go, and I place my hands on his naked shoulders as he opens the foil wrapper and slips the condom on down his hard length.

“Turn around.”

I blink up at him, eyes wide. “What?”

Oh god, does he think he’s going to put that monster in myotherhole? Anderson was always asking me to do anal, but I was just tooanxious to ever want to give it a try. If Lukas thinks that’s what we’re about to do…

I lean away, shaking my head. “No, I don’t—can we just do it the other way?”

Lukas stares down at me, one hand slowly pumping his dick. “What, face to face?” He shrugs. “Sure, we can do that. I just thought you’d have a bit more control of how much of me you take if you’re on your feet too but—”

“No, I mean about the other—” God, why do I feel so embarrassed right now? “I mean I only wantthatgoing in my vagina,” I say, pointing down at his condom-wrapped dick.

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