Page 125 of Pucking Wild

I nod, heart in my throat. “Can I ask why?”

He shrugs. “Call it trauma from growing up as the kid of an ER nurse. She had me convinced pretty much anything would lead to my dick turning colors and falling off.”

I laugh, my hands wrapping around his wrists.

“What?” he says.

“Look down.”

He glances down and I know he sees it when he laughs too. His hard dick is currently painted red with my lipstick. “I don’t think this is what she meant,” he says with a smirk, pecking my lips with another kiss.

“I won’t pressure you. Sex is about trust and connection, at least it is for me. And we can always do other things.”

“I want this,” he admits. “I’ve never really had a connection with a partner before. Sex was always just something I did to…get by, I guess,” he explains with a shrug. “I mean, I enjoyed it when it happened. But it wasn’t really about enjoyment if that makes sense. Everything was wrapped, everything was clinical and safe. It was just about satisfying a need. And then I could refocus on my game.”

“You’re a hard worker. You’re committed to your sport.”

“But there is also more to life,” he replies. “I’m not blind to living, Tess,” he adds, kissing me again. “Exploring sex with you has been so much fun. You talk of trusting me? Well, I wanna trust you too. Will you be my first?”

“Are you sure?”

He takes my hand, palming it over his hard erection, and smiles. “This dick is yours ‘til you say otherwise. Take it, sexy devil. Ruin me for all other women.”

I mirror his smile as I take his free hand with mine and trail his fingers over my sternum, between my breasts and down, until he’s cupping my needy pussy. “And this is all yours.” I press myself against him. “I’m aching to have you inside me—”

He silences me with a kiss, and I wrap both my arms around his neck. We’re a stumbling mess as he walks backwards across the room, stopping when he hits the loveseat. He sinks down onto it, and a loud squeak shatters the silence.

I gasp as he reaches a hand under his ass and pulls out a velvety elephant stuffed animal. We both look at it in horror before he tosses it aside with another soft squeak.

“I’ll buy him a new one,” he says, reaching for the panties still twisted around my thighs.

“And a new love seat,” I tease, shifting my weight as I step out of them, leaving me bare assed and dripping for him.

“New curtains.” He pulls me down to straddle his lap. His hands go to the fishnets, his fingers teasing as he runs them up my legs, ending at my thighs.

“New dresser,” I moan, my head tipping back as I grip to his shoulders, my wet pussy gliding against his hard cock.

“I’m gonna buy you things too,” he pants, his hands palming my breasts as I move on top of him.

“Ryan—”

“Friends buy friends presents,” he counters before I can articulate a protest. His mouth closes around my tit and I moan with relief, desperate to feel us connected. His gentle sucking lights me up, sending a wave of pleasure over my body and straight to my clit. He switches sides and I dig my hands in his hair, holding him to my flesh as I grind against him.

“I need more. Please, baby. Please fuck me. I need you inside me. Don’t make me wait any longer—”

We’re grinding in a frenzy as he silences me with his mouth, his hips moving with mine. Dropping a hand down between us, I lift my hips off him, losing that heat of connection, But I know it’s only temporary. I hold his dick by the base, angling him up as I relax my hips, desperate to take him.

“It’s yours,” Ryan whispers, his breath warm at my neck, his hands cradling my hips. “Take it, it’s yours.”

On a breathless whimper, I tease his tip at my entrance, feeling him start to slide in.

“Fucking do it.” His left hand tightens in my hair. “Take all of me in your greedy fucking cunt. Be my devil and own me like you—”

We both cry out as I press down with my hips, his length filling me. Dropping forward, I brace with one hand against the loveseat, the other on his shoulder. I work my hips, exhaling as I take him all the way to the hilt. My ass settles against his thighs and we both groan, adjusting to this feeling of connection.

“You feel amazing. Ride me, baby. You’re so tight, so beautiful like this. Your pussy is gripping me like a fist—Jesus—you’re a queen on her fucking throne.”

His dirty talk washes over me as I begin to move, loving the feel of him filling me. I work my hips, trying to find the best angle to give my clit friction too.

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