Page 54 of Desperate Pucker (Denver Bashers #6)

Ryker

By the time we make it to Maddy’s apartment, I have a raging hard-on.

My dick has been on high alert since I saw her wearing my jersey during warmups before the game.

There’s just something about seeing the woman I’m crazy about wearing my name and my number on her body. Like she’s proudly declaring she’s mine, for the whole world to see.

Mine.

That fucking word. It’s seared into my soul, just like Maddy is.

With my hands on her waist, I press her against the closed door and kiss her. I tease her lush lips open with my tongue, my cock twitching when she whimpers into my mouth.

“That sound you make,” I grit out. “I can’t fucking take it.”

The corners of her mouth curve up in a teasing smile. When I pinch her nipple through my jersey, that smile drops. Her eyebrows crash together, and her mouth falls open. She gasps.

As much as I want to haul her over my shoulder, march down the hall to her bedroom, and fuck her, I want to make her come over and over more. Giving Maddy orgasms is an addiction. No matter how many I give her, it’s never enough for me.

I slip my hand up the jersey and pull down the cup of her bra, then give her nipple a pinch. She whines.

I graze the thumb of my other hand over her clit, through her jeans. Her knees buckle.

“You could come like this, couldn’t you?”

She nods. I pinch her nipple, harder this time, while dragging my thumb roughly over her jeans, right over her clit.

I sink my teeth into the side of her neck, right where her impossibly soft skin meets her shoulder. She whimpers, which turns into a cry, then a scream.

She’s shaking against me. Her eyes are half-open and she’s breathing hard.

I scoop her into my arms and carry her past the living room toward her bedroom.

I glance over at Bruce, who’s snoozing on the couch.

“Looks like we didn’t even wake him up,” I say.

She smiles. “He’s a heavy sleeper.”

When I set her on the bed, I drop to my knees and pull off her shoes and jeans and panties. She leans up on her elbows, gazing up at me with those doe eyes.

“Flip over on your stomach and get on your knees. Ass up.”

She bites her lip, which is curved up in a teasing smile. A second later, she does what I say and gets into position.

Her perfect, plump ass is just inches from my face. My mouth waters, and my dick is hard as concrete.

I run my gaze up her back, zeroing in on my name and my number.

St. George. Number seven.

Mine.

I palm her cheek. “So fucking perfect.” I lean down and kiss her satin skin. “I’m gonna eat your ass, princess.”

There’s a soft gasp.

“Is that okay with you?

“Yeah,” she says softly.

“Have you done this before?”

“No,” she says just as quietly.

“Are you nervous?”

“A little.”

I drop another soft kiss on her ass cheek. I feel her relax under my lips.

“If you want me to stop, just say so. Okay?”

“Okay,” she says softly.

With both hands, I squeeze her cheeks. And then I pull them apart, eyeing her cute little pucker. When I bury my face in her ass, I groan.

Gently, I tease my tongue over her asshole. She gasps and shakes.

“Oh my god…” she rasps.

My cock strains in my pants.

“That’s so good,” she moans.

When I flick my tongue faster, her breathing picks up.

I groan again. I sound like a feral animal. I can’t help it. I could die a happy man with my face buried in Maddy’s gorgeous ass.

I reach between her legs. She’s soaking wet. Pleasure rockets through my cock and balls at how much this turns me on, to see her so turned on.

I gently tease her clit with my fingers, soft and steady, just like she likes it.

After a minute, her legs start to shake.

“Ryker, I’m gonna come…”

“Good fucking girl,” I growl with my face buried in her ass.

Seconds later, she comes with a scream. Her legs give out completely, and she collapses onto the bed.

I lean up on my knees and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I tug my shirt over my head and slide off the bed so I can pull off my pants and boxer briefs.

She turns her head to the side, panting.

I reach down and push her hair out of her face. “We’re just getting started, princess.”

I hook my hands under her hips, pulling her up onto her knees again.

“Give me your hands,” I grit out.

She hesitates for a second.

“Behind your back, Maddy. Now.”

I pin her delicate wrists against the middle of her back with one hand. With the other, I grab my throbbing dick and tease the head along her soaking wet slit.

I mutter a curse. “I’m not gonna last long, but I can’t wait anymore. I’ve been dreaming about fucking while you wear my jersey.”

Her eyes roll back, and she whimpers.

I thrust into her, hard. She cries out.

Pleasure slingshots through my entire body. My muscles are trembling instantly.

“Can you handle this, princess? Is it too much for you?”

She shakes her head against the bed. “No, it’s so good. I want more.”

Fuck. Hearing her ask for more is going to be the end of me.

I pull out and thrust back in. I do it over and over, her shouting and moaning the entire time.

I watch as her eyes roll back, lost in the sensations of my cock pounding her pussy.

“Ryker, yes…please…more.”

“Ah, fuck,” I mutter.

White heat races along my spine. The pressure in my lower abdomen climbs higher and higher. I’m gonna come so fucking hard.

My gaze focuses on my name over her shoulders. This amazing woman is all mine. All fucking mine.

My heart hammers in my chest. Emotion surges through me like a tidal wave. This is some filthy fucking sex we’re having, but it’s also the most meaningful. Sex has never felt like this with anyone before, ever.

All it takes is a few more thrusts, and I’m gone. I spill into Maddy’s gorgeous pussy. My skull disintegrates, taking my brain along with it. I can’t think or speak. All I can do is grunt and growl.

When I let go of Maddy’s wrists, her arms fall to the bed. When I slide out of her, she lowers down onto the mattress, face red, hair in her face, panting so hard.

“Oh my god…” she babbles.

I lean down and kiss her ass cheek. “Where are your toys, princess?”