Page 94 of Pucking Sweet

I stifle my giggle as I prop myself up on my elbows. “Eager, are we?”

He towers over me, wasting no time stripping off his shirt. “For you? Always.”

I slip my silky pink sleep shorts down my legs, tossing them on the floor. My panties go next, then my ratty cross country crop top. I scoot back on the bed, unashamed that I’m fully naked, laid bare for this beautiful man.

I watch Colton’s ab muscles flex as he drops his shorts to my floor. He slips his socks off last, then he’s standing over me at the side of my bed, fisting his hard cock. I look up at him through my lashes, heart hammering.

“You are so goddamn beautiful.” He wraps his hand around his tip, squeezing it tight. “I don’t want to blink.”

“You’re beautiful too,” I reply, taking in the sharp lines of his chest.

“Do you have lube?”

I nod, pointing. “Bedside table. Top drawer.”

“Touch yourself,” he commands. “Show me your pussy.”

Swallowing my nerves, I part my legs for him, pressing a finger to my clit. I hum, biting my bottom lip as I feel my clit warm under my fingertip, the heat spreading across my skin and coiling deeper into my core.

Colton steps over to my bedside table and rattles open the top drawer. He’s such a masculine presence in such a frilly, feminine room. I didn’t pick any of these decorations. I didn’t pick the pale blue bedspread or the seashell lamps. I certainly didn’t pick the pillow covers that look like my Nana’s lace doilies. I’ve just been too busy to bother getting anything else.

He holds up my favorite magic wand with a grin. “Should I introduce myself, or does it already know my name?”

I smile, dipping the tip of my finger inside my pussy. “Oh, it knows you very well.”

He brings the wand and the lube over to the bed, tossing them down beside me. “Deeper,” he commands, his hand back to fisting his cock.

Someday, when I’m not feeling so ravenous, I think I’d like to watch him stroke himself to completion. But now I need him closer. I need him touching me. “Please,” I whimper, sinking two fingers inside myself.

“So beautiful.” His eyes are locked on where I’m teasing myself. His gaze travels slowly up to my face, taking in every inch of me. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“Come show me.”

Dropping to the floor on his knees, he grabs me by both ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed.

“Oh my—” I shriek, fighting the urge to squirm as he laughs, flipping my legs over his shoulders, his breath warm on my thighs. After one teasing lick of his tongue, I’m digging my heels into his back and grinding my pussy against his chin. He’s ferocious, his hands wrapping around my thighs to brace my hips as he growls.

“Oh, don’t stop,” I chant. “Don’t stop—”

Colton reaches up with his long arm, cupping my breast, pinching and teasing the tight little bud of my nipple. I arch into him, arms thrown back over my head as I sink into the floaty, warm feeling of a clitoral orgasm.

“Yes,” I cry. “There.”

I drop a hand down to his head, holding him to me as I grind with my hips, not releasing him until my legs are trembling and I feel boneless. He kisses down my thigh as I sink back to the bed, my orgasm leaving me feeling like a glass of bubbly pink champagne. “You taste so good,” he says.

He slips my legs off his shoulders, and I sit up on my elbows, smiling down my naked body at him. “Let me return the favor.”

“No fucking way.” He gets to his feet.

“But—”

“You can show me how well you swallow my cum later. Right now, I need to be inside you. Turn over. Hands and knees, baby.”

I sweep my eyes up his body again. “Can you…” Too embarrassed to ask, I let it lie, turning over for him.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

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