Page 24 of The Pucking Kiss

“You know,” he said, “You’re not kissless anymore. Maybe we should change some other things, too.”

“Like what?” My breath hitched in my throat. I knew exactly where this was going, and honestly, I liked it.

“Like…” he trailed on before capturing my lips in a kiss again. This time, he was more passionate, and the kiss lingered on longer than our last.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine. “Like something along those lines.”

“Wow, that was my second kiss,” I said with an amused chuckle. “Take that, Kathy.”

“I don’t want you thinking of Kathy, or anyone else for that matter,” he said, suddenly commanding in his tone, “When you’re in bed with me.”

That was enough to shut me up and fill me with desire all at once. I don’t know who made the first move, but we both practically jumped each other after that.

In a swift moment, he had me pinned against him on my bed as we continued to make out and explore each other’s mouths.

“Fuck,” he whispered in a hoarse voice, “You’re really good at that.”

Eager to prove myself, I kissed him even harder, and before I knew it, I could feel his erection pressing into my leg.

“Oh,” I let out a yelp once I realized it, “It seems that we have company.”

“That’s what you’re doing to me right now,” he replied back, his eyes now darkened with lust.

He moved his hand down to the front of my shirt and then looked up at me, seeking permission. “Is it okay if I…”

I nodded, not wanting him to stop what he was doing, even for a moment. It felt risky to hook up with a guy while my grandparents were asleep a few rooms down from mine, but somehow, it made the whole situation even hotter.

His hands began groping my chest, and it didn’t take long for him to slide the straps of my dress off my shoulders and start planting kisses on my breasts.

We hadn’t planned on doing it, but right now, it felt too good to stop.

“No fair that you have my dress off,” I said in a low voice, “And you’re here, fully clothed.”

“We can fix that.”

In one swift movement, he removed his shirt, and I was left admiring his chiseled abs. All those sports he did definitely paid off.

I ran my hands across his chest and then moved my lips to plant little kisses down it. He moaned in pleasure and then took control once again, pinning me to the bed again.

His mouth was moving dangerously low, and I gasped as I felt him tug at my underwear.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes,” I nodded. It was sweet that he was asking for consent for everything, but I felt ready to take the next step with him.

Slowly, he peeled off my underwear and replaced it with his mouth. I gasped loudly at the sensation, gripping the sheets as he slowly licked his way between my legs.

“Oh my god,” I moaned, trying my hardest not to make a lot of noise, “Bryan…”

He was skilled at what he was doing, and I felt my orgasm steadily build up. He ate me out for a while, and I gripped his hair, not wanting him to stop.

“You’re turning me on so much, Romai,” he breathed in a husky whisper. The intensity of the moment sent shivers down my spine.

“Oh my god….”

“I need to be inside of you.”

His words were so blunt, so crass that it almost made me blush. But right now, I was blinded with lust, and all I could do was let out little incoherent sounds, signaling my consent.

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