Page 41 of The Pucking Kiss

Seeing her ride me like this was driving me to the edge. I already knew I wasn’t going to last long this time.

She put her hands against the bedframe, moving her hips in little circles. Her eyes rolled back, and I loved seeing the view of her gorgeous breasts jut out as she arched her back.

“Fuck, baby,” I moaned, close now. “You’re going to make me cum.”

I grabbed her by the waist and pinned her down, now suddenly in control. She tried to wriggle under my grasp, but I held her hands down, keeping her firmly in place.

Even though she had taken charge at first, I was the one in control now.

“Bryan…” she moaned as I increased the speed of my thrusts. “I…”

“Fuck.”

We both came at exactly the same time. I had never experienced that with a girl before.

I cuddled her close to my chest, not wanting to let her go.

I told myself it was just post-sex hormones making me feel closer to her.

After all, I didn’t do relationships. This was just pure sex between us.

But as she cuddled closer to me, I couldn’t resist brushing her hair softly with my fingers.

“Sex is fun,” she laughed to herself, almost seeming embarrassed by her own directness.

“No, babe. Sex with me is fun.”

I knew I shouldn’t be leading her on like this. Why call her babe when I wasn’t even dating her?

But then again, our relationship was already an odd one to begin with. What was the harm in breaking a few more rules?

“You could say the same for me,” she replied.

I laughed at first, but then, she moved her hips against mine as we lay together, and I found myself growing hard again.

That’s when the thought occurred to me.

Romai was the best sex I’d ever had.

And god damn, did she know it?

Chapter 15

Romai

The smell of barbeque sauce and freshly grilled meat wafted through the air as Bryan and his dad stood outside on the patio, grilling.

I watched the two of them from a distance. They were so caught up with what they were doing that they didn’t even notice me standing there. They were having a father-son bonding moment, something that Bryan had missed out on growing up.

“Am I doing this right, Dad?” he asked as he flipped over the meat.

“You’re a natural,” his dad replied, patting him firmly on the back. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of doing this.”

“Flipping burgers?” Bryan laughed as he kept a close eye on the grill.

“Flipping burgers with my son,” his dad replied. “I know you thought I should have tried harder with you, but the truth is, I just never really knew how to do it. I was raised on tough love and never taught to express my emotions, so when my own son refused to see me, I processed that as anger.”

Bryan put his spatula to the side. Clearly, there were more important things that demanded his attention. “We both had anger.”

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