Page 88 of One Pucking Surprise
Asofthumpullsme from sleep, the kind that vibrates through my body and wakes every nerve before my mind fully catches up. My breath hitches as the sensation sharpens—warm, wet, deliberate. My eyes flutter open, and I’m greeted by the sight of Zach, his head buried between my thighs, his tongue swirling over my clit with the kind of focus that leaves me breathless.
“Zach,” I gasp, my fingers instinctively tangling in his hair. His green eyes flick up to meet mine, a devilish grin curling his lips before he dives back in, his tongue pressing against me with an intensity that makes my hips lift off the bed.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmurs between licks, his voice low and filled with heat. His fingers slide into me, curling perfectly, and I let out a cry, my head falling back against the pillow.
“Zach,” I moan, my body trembling as he works me over, his mouth and fingers moving in perfect rhythm. Pleasure builds rapidly, coiling tight in my core as he devours me like he has all the time in the world.
“You taste so good,” he groans, his tongue circling my clit as his fingers thrust deeper. The words push me closer to the edge, and I grip the sheets, my cries growing louder as he takes me apart piece by piece.
“Oh God, Zach,” I pant, my voice breaking as the tension snaps, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me. My body quakes, and he doesn’t stop, drawing out every last tremor until I’m a trembling, breathless mess beneath him.
He kisses his way up my body, his lips lingering on my stomach. His warm breath brushes against my skin, and he pauses, pressing a soft kiss just below my belly button.
“Good morning, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with warmth. “I hope you slept as well as your mom did.”
My chest tightens at the sweetness of his words, my fingers threading into his hair as I look at him. He glances up, a soft smile tugging at his lips before he kisses my stomach one more time and continues his path upward.
When his lips finally capture mine in a deep, unhurried kiss, I taste myself on him, and it only makes me want him more.
“Good morning, baby,” I whisper against his lips, my hands sliding over his broad shoulders.
“I love it when you call me baby,” he murmurs, his voice thick with affection and heat. He kisses me again, his lips soft but demanding, and I feel the smile against my mouth before he pulls back.
“You’re officially living with me now,” he says, his green eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and mischief. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”
I can’t help but smile at the sheer joy in his voice. “I’m glad it makes you happy.”
“Oh, it makes me more than happy,” he teases, leaning closer until his lips brush against my ear. “It means I get to do this whenever I want.”
Heat blooms on my cheeks, and I shove his shoulder playfully. “Zach!”
He chuckles, the sound rich and carefree, but the teasing glint in his eyes doesn’t fade. Instead, he shifts slightly, and I feel the press of his rock-hard cock against my thigh. My hand slides down between us, wrapping around him,and he lets out a low moan that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Fuck, Lainey,” he groans, his head falling back slightly. “I need to be inside you.”
I stroke him slowly, savoring the way his muscles tense under my touch. “How do you want me?” I ask, my voice sultry.
He growls low in his throat, his hands gripping my hips as he looks at me with dark, smoldering eyes. “Turn around. I want to fuck you from behind.”
A thrill shoots through me as I slip out from under him, standing briefly before leaning forward onto the bed, my back arching and my ass sticking out. I hear him suck in a breath behind me, and then his hands are on me, kneading the soft flesh of my hips.
But he doesn’t enter me right away. Instead, he drops to his knees, spreading me open as his tongue slides over my pussy from behind. The sensation is electric, and I cry out, my fingers gripping the sheets as his mouth works its magic.
“Fuck, baby,” I moan, pushing back against him, the pleasure overwhelming as his tongue delves deeper. My legs tremble, and I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs, but Zach doesn’t let up.
When he finally stands, his hands guide his cock to my entrance. He presses the head against me, teasing me until I’m whimpering with need. Then, with a firm thrust, he fills me completely, stretching me in a way that has me gasping.
“Oh God, Zach,” I cry, my fingers clutching the sheets as he leans over me, his chest pressing against my back.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growls, his voice thick as he begins to move, each thrust deep and deliberate. His hands slide up to my breasts, cupping them as he fucks me harder, faster, his cock hitting spots that make me see stars.
My moans grow louder, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room as he reaches around, his fingers finding my clit. The added stimulation sends me spiraling, my body moving in perfect rhythm with his as I chase my release.
“I’m close,” he groans, his movements growing frantic. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close.”
“Me too,” I gasp, my body tightening as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak. “Oh God, Zach, don’t stop.”
With one final thrust, we fall over the edge together, our cries mingling as pleasure crashesthrough us. His cock pulses inside me as he spills into me, his arms wrapping around me as he collapses against my back.
