Page 90 of Pucking Wild

As she sinks back against the cushions with a whimper, her arousal slicks my fingers, pooling a little in my palm. Like the heathen I am, I duck down, slurping her essence from my skin. She tastes like heaven—sweet and simple, like cantaloupe juice.

She’s weightless beneath me, still coming down from her high. Her hands slip away from me as she drapes them off the back of the couch. “That was good,” she says on a dreamy sigh.

I lean over top of her, lifting my wet fingers to her lips. “Here, pussy lover,” I tease. My dick twitches as I watch her smile and suck my fingers into her mouth, eagerly tasting herself. She makes a little sexy sound in her throat.

I groan, cock aching for a taste of that mouth.

She lets my fingers go with a soft little pop, a sleepy smile on her face. “That was lovely, Ryan. Thank you.”

I kiss the top of her knee.

“I think it’s your turn now, right?”

I smooth my hand down her leg. “You’re tired, Tess. It’s okay.”

She goes still, glancing down her body at me. “You don’t want it?”

“I…never said that.”

Though, this feels like a trap. Am I allowed to tell her how much I want it? I glance her way, curious to know what she’s thinking. She’s looking sedately back at me, waiting. Fuck, she’s gonna make me say it. “I…want it.”

“You want what, Ryan?”

“I want your mouth on me.”

“Where?”

“My dick.”

She smiles. “Glad to know we’re on the same page. Where do you want it?”

I blink at her. Is this a trick? “I…do you think I have a shoulder dick or something?”

“Are you that stressed out talking about this right now? I’m asking youwherein the house do you want me to suck your dick?”

Oh god, I am such a fucking idiot. This is worse than when I called her ‘ma’am.’ She’s gonna leave. She’s gonna pack her bags and go suck Glossy Patty’s monster nob.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she soothes, and I swear to fuck she has ESP. She’s done that more than once. “Let’s try again, shall we?” she offers with a smile. Sitting up, she inches forward, her hands smoothing over my bare shoulders and down my arms. “Do you want it here on the couch? Want to be standing with me on my knees? The shower—”

“Here,” I say. “And I want you on your knees.” I blink in surprise that I said the second sentence out loud.

Her gaze warms with desire. “Yes, sir.”

Sir?

I groan, dragging both hands through my hair as she slips off the couch and slides the coffee table back a few inches. As she stands in front of me, her hands go to the zipper under her arm. “I know you’re a big fan of the dress, but it’s dry-clean only. Plus, I really like the mental image of me being naked between your knees with your dick in my mouth. Would you mind terribly?”

I just blink up at her, unmoving. She’s actually trying to kill me. I’m convinced. She’s going to use this casual dirty talk to end my life before I can come in her mouth. It has to be her master plan…if she was the kind of girl to make plans.

“I…” That’s it. That’s the best I manage.

“I’ll take that as a no,” she says with a flirty smile. “Why don’t you get more comfortable too? Lose the shoes…and whatever else too. Though I do kind of like the idea of you keeping the briefs on. There’s something so sexy about a man exposed but not undressed.”

She wants me to keep the briefs on? Done. At this point, she could ask me to wear a scuba mask and a cowboy hat, and I’d say yes.

I kick off my Sperry sneakers, my gaze locked on her as she drags down that zipper. Then she’s pulling the dress off over her head, getting lost in a sea of pink tulle before she tosses it onto the chair.

She stands in front of me in a white, strapless corset-looking bra and no fucking panties. Her little triangular thatch of soft hair points down to the pussy I just devoured. Reaching around behind herself with both hands, she arches her shoulders back, working the clasps of her bra. In moments, it clicks open, and she breathes a sigh of relief, dropping the bra to the floor.

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