Page 87 of Pucking Sweet

“Fuck,” he grunts, his body tensing, fingers digging into my hair.

I hum with pleasure, gliding my tongue down his thick shaft.

“Keep going,” he urges. “Show me how much of me you can take.”

I swirl my tongue around his head again. Opening my mouth wide, I swallow his hard length. I take as much as I can into my mouth, my hands wrapping around him at the base.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, his hands firm but gentle in my hair. “So perfect. This is my dream, Poppy. Seeing you like this, your sweet mouth on me. Your hands—fuck!”

I pop off him, taking a deep breath. “You’ve had dreams of me sucking your cock?”

He smiles down at me, hunger written on every line of his face. “Poppy, all my dreams are of you.”

My core warms at the thought of him alone and wanting me all this time, like I’ve been wanting him. I flash him a teasing smile. “But the real thing is better, right?”

Swooping down, he grabs me by the arms and pulls me up, kissing me senseless.

“I don’t know how long we have in here,” I say against his mouth. “Please, Colton. Please, fuck me. I need your cock inside me. No more dreaming. Make it real.”

He drops to his knees right there on the elevator floor. His shorts are around his thighs, dick out. He balances on the balls of his feet, gym shoes still on.

“What are you doing?” I swallow a squeal, nearing tripping in my heels as he jerks my panties down to my ankles. Next to him, his phone buzzes with a call. It vibrates on the floor, making the light flicker. Neither of us answer. We can’t stop. We’re obsessed. We’repossessed.

Colton reels me in by the hips, and my hands smooth over his short hair. He presses his face to my pussy, making a desperate sound.

“No, we don’t have time—ah!” I cry out as he tongues my clit, his fingers wiggling to dip into my wet pussy. “Colton,please.” I swallow a moan as he gives my pussy a light smack.

“Behave,” he growls, burying his tongue back inside me.

I ride his face, both hands gripping the handrail behind his head. He groans his approval, sinking his tongue inside my pussy. “Oh, I’m right there,” I say on a gasp. “Don’t stop—”

He shoves two fingers inside me, flicking my clit with his tongue until I’m squeezing him tight, my orgasm crashing over me. I cling to the handrail, grinding on his face. He groans again, and I feel the vibration against my pussy. I’m so sensitive and turned on, just the sound makes my walls flutter around his fingers in a last, desperate little wave of pleasure.

The phone buzzes on the floor again, and he leans back, his tight core muscles on full display. My god, he’s beautiful, sculpted from stone. He looks up at me with those dark eyes. “Get on my dick, Poppy.”

I’m delirious, still floating back into my body. Lifting a hand, I brush my hair back from my face. “What?”

He taps my inner thigh to have me widen my stance. I stand with one foot to either side of him. From this angle, Ifeellike a queen, watching him gaze up at me with such longing. A girl could get used to this kind of adoration.

“Come here.”

Following his lead, I sink down, bending at the knees. He drops one hand between us, holding his hard cock ready as I notch him at my entrance. “Oh god,” I whimper, my face now even with his.

“You’ve got this.” He kisses my cheek, my brow. “Sit down, beautiful. Take me nice and slow. Ride me. Fucking own me. A queen on her throne.”

Fighting the shaking of my legs, I exhale and sink down, letting him fill me inch by inch. I’m trembling as he helps hold my weight, his strong arms supporting my hips and thighs as I bury his dick inside me. “I can’t,” I whine, breathless and feeling the pinch and burn of being overfull.

“I’ve got you,” he soothes, kissing my neck. “Only take as much as you want.”

I nod, one hand going from the handrail to his shoulder as I let out a breath and settle a little deeper. He lifts me up, sliding me slowly back down his length. We both moan with satisfaction.

“Better?” he asks.

“Mhmm.” I lift up again and slide down, feeling him unlocking more of me. “God, you’re so deep.” I whimper, loving the exquisite ache of this fullness.

Leaning back, he glances down between us. “You’re more than halfway. Stop if it’s too much.”

“It’s not too much,” I assure him, feeling completely untethered. Another orgasm is building deep in my core, this one heavy and full of static like a storm head. Electricity tingles across my chest and down my arms. I’m empty and I’m full and I need more.

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