Page 102 of Puck Your Friend

She whimpers.

I set the bowl aside and lean over her, arms on either side of her body.

My tongue drags over her chest. I lick up the chocolate, tracing every drop. Her nipples are hard when I reach them. I suck one into my mouth, licking over it until she arches. Then I move to the other, not letting up.

Down her stomach, I run my tongue, taking my time. Working over the trails of sweetness and skin. She writhes under me, needing more, but I continue to move slow. Her hands fist in the blanket.

When I get to her pussy, I don’t tease.

I spread her wider with my thumbs and lick directly up the center, catching the mix of slick and chocolate. I groan. Together, they’re better than any dessert.

She moans, “Ford! Fuck!”

I flatten my tongue and lap at her folds, circling her clit until her hips buck off the mattress. Every speck of chocolate disappears. I’m not leaving anything behind.

She tries to close her legs. I don’t let her.

I grip her thighs and hold them open, mouth sealed to her pussy. Her moans break into cries. I suck her clit between my lips and flick it with my tongue.

Her legs quake. One orgasm follows, then another.She begs incoherently, choked sounds I can’t even make out, but she hasn’t said to stop, so I don’t. I tongue her harder. Lick until she’s soaked and trembling.

Only when she grabs my hair and pulls does my mouth ease off. My chin is wet with her juices. All of her muscles spasm with aftershock as I grin at her.

I kiss the inside of her thigh.Then again, closer to her knee.“You taste like heaven and sin.”

She laughs and covers her face with one hand. Her chest rises and falls fast.

I wipe my mouth and crawl up beside her, letting her come back down in my arms. We’re not done, but she needs a second. Her hips still jerk from pleasure.

After a bit, her breath evens out. She lies loose in my arms with her back to my chest, no tension left in her shoulders or spine. But her scent hasn’t faded. It lingers in the space between us, rich with want and calling me to fulfill her needs.

“Can I have your knot?” her voice comes out so soft I almost don’t hear her.

I kiss her shoulder. “You ask, I give.”

I shift behind her, keeping her back snug against my chest. Guiding her leg up, I lift it and hook it over my thigh, holding it there with one hand while I line myself up. I’m rock hard, straining from everything we’ve done and the way her body fits against mine.

I slide into her in one long, steady thrust.

Her breath catches, chest hitching as I push in deep and stay there. Her muscles grip me, pulsing around my length.

She hums and arches her back. “God, yes. Thank you.”

I kiss her shoulder again. My hand holds her thigh in place, keeping her leg lifted and her hips tilted just right against me. I draw through her slowly, the glide thick with slick, each stroke reaching deeper than the last.

She’s quiet, but not still. Her head tips forward, hands bunching the blankets. I feel the way her pussy flutters, tightening, relaxing, trying to hold me with every pass. I reach around her waist and pull her closer to drive in deeper.

I lower her leg slowly, easing it down until it rests along mine. The change in angle makes her gasp. “How is it possible you feel even bigger?”

She squirms against the pressure. With my hand now free, I slide it between her thighs and find her clit. I circle it with two fingers as I fuck her. Every thrust presses into her g-spot; the gland expands against me. She moans, breath hitching, back bowing into me with each roll of my hips.

My knot grinds against her, stretching her inch by inch. She gasps. I hold her belly steady and push deeper until I’m locked inside, my knot thick and pulsing.

She jerks, breath catching. No scream or moan, but I know she’s coming. She tightens, trembling around me, holding me deep while the orgasm rolls through her. Arousal trickles down my cock.

I grunt as pleasure takes hold and I spill into her, buried as deep as I can go. Her hand finds mine and we hold each other through it. For a moment, it’s like nothing else exists but her and the way we fit.

As I come down, I hold her close. “I’ve got you.”