Page 131 of Puck Happens

“We have to be gentle,” I groaned.

“Fuck gentle.” He kissed me, just like he said he would. Hard and wet and like he could swallow me whole.

His hands were underneath the jersey, cupping my breasts. He found my nipples and did all those things I loved to them.

Yeah, this would work. This was going to work just fine. Him sucking on my tongue, playing with my nipples while his cock head pressed against my clit.

“Dillon,” I sighed. “Make me come.”

He grabbed my hips and pulled me harder against him, rocking me back and forth until it felt like the world was coming apart.

“Fuck. Liv. I have to…” he pushed me up so he could press his cock up inside me.

He was heavy and full and I forgot how he stretched me. How connected he made me feel to him. I rocked my hips and he gripped my butt cheeks to control my pace.

“I want to come now,” I groaned. My hands pressed against his thick heavy pecs, relishing the feel of his tight little nipples against my palms. I wanted to claw him, tease him, settle into his body like it was mine.

I kissed his chin. His cheek. Each closed eyelid.

“I love you,” I said.

His eyes flew open. It was the most intimate moment of my life. I could not imagine being more vulnerable and in love with someone as I was with this man, right now. It was us and nothing else.

I didn’t have a speech like Dillon’s beautiful one earlier. It was just my body and my heart reaching for him.

“Again,” he grunted.

“I love you. All of you. Make me come, Dillon,” I whispered, trying to speed up my thrusts against him, only for him to take firm control of my hips.

“No, I’m not ready. I want this to last. For fucking ever.”

“I can’t,” I whined, wiggling against him.

“Let’s make it a contest?”

“A contest?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“Who can last the longest,” he muttered.

His cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide. He looked so fucking smug. So certain that he would win. And to be fair, this wasn’t going to be the hardest game to lose. Because the loser got to come.

Still, he said the word contest.

I sat up, changing the angle so he was completely inside of me. I squeezed my inner muscles around him.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned.

Then I fired off the big guns and pulled his jersey off my body so he was face to face with my breasts that he loved so much.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

I cupped my own breasts, teased my own nipples, which was a double-edged sword of pleasure. In the end it was very close, but technically he started coming before I did. I could feel it happen inside me, right before I fell over the cliff.

“Tie,” he gasped, when he could breathe again.

“Bullshit,” I said, crumpled against his chest because all my bones had dissolved with pleasure. “I’m the undisputed champ.”

“Yeah,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “You are.”

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