Page 22 of Just my Puck (Love & Laughter #1)

LUCY

T hrilled with how my morning has gone so far, I’m pretty sure I will feel his cock inside me for a while. He is eye-wateringly huge, as I expected.

Damn.

He’s so fucking hot, I could fry an egg on him.

Turning into him as he lays next to me, I smile and kiss his nipple, which is near my mouth. “That was perfect and just how I imagined it.”

“You fantasized about us?” His query is serious and full of a heated lust, making me want to do this all over again.

“No, I mean the size of your cock,” I reply, pressing my lips together to stop me from laughing before I add, “Definitely not a teeny wiener.”

He bursts out laughing and looks down at his dick, which is still enormous and semi-hard, which is tempting, but I really have to get up for work.

“I hate to fuck and run, but I’ve got to get to the library.”

“I’ll drive you home to change first.”

“No time; I’ll have to go as I am.”

His green eyes darken into something possessive and savage. “Full of my cum, you mean? Little one, you are a dirty girl.”

My heart pounds when he calls me that. No one has ever talked to me the way he does.

No man has ever been as passionate and possessive as he is.

Okay, so there have only been three before him, but still.

Steele is a sex god, and I’m falling so hard for him it’s almost painful to breathe as I move away from him before I pounce again and pick up my t-shirt.

It is so unlike me. I’ve never done anything so spontaneous before.

We didn’t talk about contraception or anything.

“Uhm…” I stand there, holding my t-shirt over my body as I face him, full of nerves. “I’m…we didn’t…condom. Fuck.” My cheeks go hot as he raises an eyebrow.

His expression goes serious. “I know, Lucy. I’m sorry, we should’ve said before, but I got lost in you. I haven’t had sex for six months.”

“Really?” Scrunching up my nose, I’m surprised by his admission. “I’m on the pill, so there’s that. Also, I haven’t had sex for a few months. My last boyfriend was condom all the time, but that’s because he was cheating on me, so… you know…”

“Shit,” he says, climbing off the bed and coming to me, his cock bouncing enticingly near me. “That’s disgusting.”

“I know, it’s fine. I wasn’t too broken up about it.”

“No!” he says, taking my hands and pulling me closer. “That isn’t how you deserve to be treated.”

With my cheek pressed against his gorgeous chest, I smile. He is so sweet.

“You are so special,” he murmurs. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, Lucy.”

Frowning, I look up at him. “Huh?”

He smiles. “I’ve seen you around a few times. I first noticed you about six weeks ago near the beach. You were with some friends, and then it was every so often. There you were, like an Angel appearing to me. I didn’t want to get too close in case I broke the fantasy I had of you.”

“Fantasy? Do I live up to it now?”

“More than you could ever know.” He bends down to kiss me softly.

His hands roam over my curves, exploring my body as we engage in a sweet kiss that I wish we could linger some more over, but I will be late if I don’t move soon.

Suddenly, with a soft growl, he pins me to the wall with a passionate intensity that makes my heart thunder.

Dropping my t-shirt, I go with it, my lust in overdrive just by being around him.

“I want you,” he whispers. “All of you, all the time.”

He grabs my wrists and holds them above my head, pressing my body hard against the wall. His lips bruise mine hungrily. His tongue moves deep in my mouth, tasting me, exploring me, fueling the flame of desire that is rapidly growing inside me again.

My body trembles with pleasure as he continues to ravage my mouth with his. His hands slide down my body, caressing my curves, teasing me, making me ache for more.

Moaning against his lips, he responds with a groan of pleasure. His hands move to my breasts, his fingers tug at my nipples which are ripe and ready for him to bite.

My breath catches in my throat as he stares at me appreciatively. His gaze never leaves mine as he takes my hand and places it on his enormous, thick cock.

Moving closer to him, eager to feel him inside me, I want him to take me hard and fast. Tugging on him so his cock is fully erect and still covered in my cum, I let him go and push against him, forcing him to take a step back.

Moving one hand to his chest and I use the other to guide him to the bed, pushing him down and straddling him, grinding my wet pussy against his hard cock.

Steele rasps as I move against him, pushing him deep into me. His hands dig into my hips as I slowly slide up and down the long shaft, moving faster, rocking against him with increasing intensity.

My pleasure builds until I pant with desire, gripping him tight as I ride him. The waves of pleasure build inside me, threatening to overwhelm me.

Suddenly, the pleasure crests and I come hard around him. “Steele!”

Trembling with pleasure as I ride out my orgasm, Steele grunts loudly, following me over the edge, his body shuddering out his own release underneath me, his warm cum filling my soaking pussy to slide back out and down my inner thighs.

Our eyes lock with the intensity of the moment. I feel like I’ve been taken to a place I have never been before. I feel alive, wild, and free.

Pressing my lips to his, I whisper, “My sweet boy.”

His groan of excitement thrills me. Those words that drive him wild is empowering and addictive. I want to find more ways to use them, more ways to drive him to the brink of an orgasm with just my words.

“Fuck, Lucy. I’ve never felt this way before. You are everything.” He pushes my hair out of my eyes. “I will never hurt you.”

Needing to hear that more than I thought, I smile and kiss him softly. “I won’t hurt you either. If you’re serious about the Jason thing, then I’ll talk to him and take it from there.”

His eyes light up, which tells me all I need to know. “I’m serious about us being together.”

Nodding, I accept that, and climb off him. “I’d better shower. I’m so late already.”

He grabs my hand, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh, no. Good girls go to work full of cum, so everyone knows they’re taken.”

Eyes wide, I don’t believe he is serious. “Shower.”

“No,” he says, pulling me back to him so I fall onto his chest. “I want you full of my cum all day, soaking your panties wet through, the scent of sex all around you. You are mine, Lucy. You belong to me.”

With my heart hammering in my chest, I’m loving this caveman attitude. Pulling away from him, I bend down to retrieve my panties and hand them to him. “Yes,” I purr.

With a self-satisfied smile, he helps me into my panties and then wedges his hand between my thighs, pressing his thumb into my slit and running it down over the fabric. “Mine,” he growls as I soak this thumb.

“Yours,” I pant, ready for round three.