Page 27 of Desperate Pucker (Denver Bashers #6)

Maddy

Oh. My. GOD.

I struggle to catch my breath. My lungs feel scraped out, and all the muscles in my body are wrung out. It feels like I’ve sprinted across the ice a thousand times in a row, but I’m actually lying on my couch.

My brain is fuzzy. Disoriented. Muddled. Trapped in a cloud of post-orgasm bliss.

I’ve never, ever come that hard, that fast before in my life, ever.

I gaze up at Ryker, in awe of what he was able to do to me. His eyes are darker than normal. His pupils are dilated—two pools of ink-black, ringed in bourbon brown.

I clock the bulge in his jaw, the flush painting his stubbled throat and cheeks. How hard he’s breathing.

He is so turned on right now. By me. By how fast and how hard he made me come.

My head spins. I thought that him fingering me in the elevator was hot. This is a million times hotter.

He huffs out a breath. It scatters across my skin, hot and wet.

My tummy dips at what he’s just said—what he’s just demanded from me.

“You want me to have another orgasm?” I rasp.

A devilish smile curves his lips. “Yeah.”

Nerves spark inside of me. “I don’t know if I can…”

He softly runs his thumb along my slit, then circles my clit again. I whimper, and my head rolls back.

“You didn’t think you could come at all, but you did. Twice,” he says, his voice gravelly and rough. “You can come at least one more time.”

His rumbling voice is coaxing and sweet. I shiver. He could get me to do anything if he spoke to me in that low, guttural tone.

My heartbeat kicks up as he lowers his mouth back to my pussy. As soon as he swipes his tongue over my clit, I know he’s right. I’m gonna come again. Really soon, and really, really hard.

Pleasure simmers between my legs, hot and silky. It thrums through my body like electricity.

I never thought I could be like this, someone who comes easily. But I guess when you’re with the right guy—a guy who knows what he’s doing—it can happen.

And Ryker is exactly the right kind of guy. Really good with his hands. Really, really good with his mouth. Confident and communicative. Filthy too.

He flicks his tongue softly and slowly against my clit. It’s throbbing so hard, and I’m aching all over. It almost hurts to feel this much pleasure.

“I think I’ve figured you out, princess,” he rasps.

I let out a sob. I’m shaking. My entire body is trembling. I’m going to explode into a billion pieces. “What do you mean?”

“You like my tongue soft and slow and steady.” He dusts his soft lips inside of my thigh before he goes back to playing my clit like a fucking fiddle with his tongue.

I nod furiously as the pleasure expands, flying up my chest, making my throat tight. “Yes…just like that…don’t stop…”

He groans. A minute later, I come. Just like the first time, I’m wild.

He eases back and kisses down my thigh. “One more.”

“OhmygodRyker…” I’m so out of it, I’m babbling. This much pleasure is mind-bending.

He tongues my clit again, and it takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for me to come again—less than thirty seconds.

I tug both hands through his hair, desperate to hang on. I’ve never come this many times in a row before, and I feel like I’m on the verge of transcending dimensions.

I start to come down, but Ryker doesn’t let up. He keeps swirling his tongue slowly and gently over my clit, until another orgasm pummels me.

This time, I scream so loud my throat turns raw. White bursts cloud my vision. I can’t see straight for what feels like minutes.

When I can finally see again, I look up at Ryker.

I gasp for air, then speak.

“Wh…um, so…oh god…” I huff out a breath, then giggle. Oh my god. I came so hard, so many times, that I can’t speak. Ryker’s tongue broke me.

A rough chuckle rumbles from his mouth. “You okay, princess?”

I nod, then shake my head, then nod, then shrug.

“How about some water?” he asks. I nod again.

When he stands up, my eyes go wide at the massive bulge at the front of his pants. I swallow hard, unable to take my gaze off him.

When he returns, I sit up and drink the water.

“Feeling okay?”

“Yeah. I just lost the ability to think or speak after that many orgasms in a row.”

He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Good girl.”

I eye his lap, then reach up and palm his erection.

“Will you fuck my mouth now?”

A low groan rips from his throat. He closes his eyes. A heavy breath falls from his lips. A beat later, he looks at me.

“You like having your mouth fucked?”

I nod and swallow.

A wild look flashes in his eyes as his gaze drops to my mouth. He traces his finger over my lips.

“What else do you like, Maddy?”

“I like it when you tell me what to do. When you talk dirty. When you call me good girl.”

That wicked smile reappears. “Then get on your knees like a good fucking girl.”

Excitement flickers in my chest, and my clit throbs. He sits down on the couch, and I move so I’m between his legs. I unzip his jeans and pull out his rock-hard cock. I suck in a breath.

I shouldn’t be surprised. Ryker is huge, tall, and built like a brick wall. Of course he’d have a larger-than-average dick.

But to see it just inches from my face turns me on so much.

I breathe in. He smells like soap, clean and crisp. And whatever cologne he’s wearing—peppery, rainy, woodsy. So masculine and musky.

He reaches over and tucks my hair behind my ear, then gently grips my chin and tilts my face up to look at him.

“I’m dying to know what the inside of your smart little mouth feels like.” His voice is low and rough. It makes me hot all over.

He thumbs my bottom lip, his eyes wild. “Open it. Now, Maddy.”

I fight a smile at the demand in his voice. I part my lips and lean forward, grip the base of his cock with my hand, then swirl my tongue around the swollen head. I hum at the tang of precum, at his sharp intake of breath.

He mutters a curse, then slides his fingers in my hair. He tugs. “This okay?” he rasps.

I make a “mmhmm” nose and start to take the first few inches of him into my mouth. His thigh muscles twitch underneath my hand.

I suck lightly, closing my throat around him.

“Jesus fuck,” he grits out. His grip in my hair tightens, and he pushes my mouth farther down his shaft. I pump the lower part of his dick with my hand slowly as I work the top half of him in my mouth.

His breathing speeds up, turning rougher by the second.

“No fucking way…” He sounds bitter, almost angry.

I flatten my tongue and run it along the underside of his cock. He shudders, falling back against the couch.

I love this. I love being on my knees for him. I love knowing that my mouth is making him lose his mind.

I take even more of him. A second later, he pulls me off and lowers his face to mine. His eyes are wild and fiery, and for a second, all the good feelings disappear, leaving behind doubt.

I breathe hard. “Did I do something wrong?”

He doesn’t answer. He just presses the softest, sweetest kiss to the corner of my mouth, then another. Then he teases my lips open with his tongue.

“You’re perfect, Maddy. So fucking perfect,” he murmurs against my lips. The doubt disappears like a puff of smoke in a windstorm.

Pride surges through me, like a wave crashing against the beach.

“I needed a sec. I was about to come.”

I smile against his mouth, then lean back to look at him. “But what if I want you to come?”

The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Naughty girl.”

He rubs his thumb along the hinge of my jaw. I take that as my cue to open up again. I slide him in my mouth again, and he touches the side of my cheek, where his dick is pressing.

“Hang on.” He closes his eyes. “Your mouth feels too fucking good.”

A ragged breath falls from his lips, and he pushes my head down. His cock slides deeper into my mouth, all the way to my throat. Then he slides out, then in again. His thrusts start slow at first, then after a minute, he speeds up.

His head falls back against the couch, his eyes cloudy. He mutters what sounds like a curse word.

For a minute, while I work him in my mouth, he doesn’t say anything. He just tips his head back, eyes closed, then grunts and rasps and clenches his jaw.

He swallows hard and looks back at me. His eyes glaze over. “You look so pretty on your knees with my cock in your mouth. So fucking pretty.”

His grip on my hair loosens, and I pump my hand faster. I work my tongue faster too, focusing on the head, especially the underside. That’s where he seems to be the most sensitive.

His hand is back in my hair, and he’s thrusting into my mouth again.

“Do you know how many times—holy shit—I’ve fantasized about you like this?” His throat bobs as he peers down at me. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you like this? Oh, fuck…”

His eyes roll back, and his quads tense again. He’s close. So close.

The urge to see him come rockets through me, and I go wild with my tongue. His eyes glaze over with a drunk sheen, then he blinks, and a tiny bit of focus returns.

“Can I come on your tits?”