Page 65 of Pucking Sweet

He blinks twice. Then the asshole starts laughing. Okay, now I’m not embarrassed, I’mangry. This jerk is not going to laugh at me when I’m standing here, naked and vulnerable, wearing my dress like a belt scrunchie. “Lukas, if you don’t stop laughing at merightnow—”

He’s still fisting his dick as he cuts me off with a stern look. “Did you really think I was about to shove this in your ass with absolutely zero prep and no prior fucking consent?”

Now it’s my turn to blink up at him. “Well, I…”

He shakes his head, reaching for me with his free hand. “God, you drive me fucking crazy,” he says against my lips, kissing me senseless. Too soon, he’s pulling away. “Yes, Poppy, my penis will only be going in your vagina tonight. Would you like me to stimulate your clitoris with my phalanges again?”

“Don’t be a jerk.”

“Hey, you’re the one who started getting all medical with talk of your vagina.”

“I’m about to stimulate your scrotum with my fist,” I mutter, digging my hands into his tawny hair and giving it a tug.

He grunts. “God, Iloveit when you talk dirty.” He nips at my breast, flicking my peaked nipple with his tongue.

“Lukas, you have five seconds to put your dick in me, or I’m gonna walk naked down this hallway and knock on the first door I see and—ahh—”

I squeal as he lifts me clear off the ground, slamming my back against the ice machine. All my air leaves my chest with anunfeminine “ooof” as he wraps his hands around my thighs and spreads me open. He’s all power as he holds me up like I weigh nothing, the tip of his dick prodding at my entrance. “Look at me,” he commands.

My heart is racing, and my core is already spiraling tight as I look up, searching his face.

“You’re gonna know this is me. I’m not just any dick for you, Poppy. That’s all you wanted, right? Any dick will do, so long as you get to feel something?”

He notches his tip at my entrance, pressing in, and I hold tighter to his shoulders. “Lukas—ah—”

“That’s right,” he coaxes, his breath stuttering as he slides me down his length, filling me. “Keep saying my name.”

I tense as I feel overfull, my fingers digging into his shoulders. The fullness is verging on pain.

“Relax, baby,” he soothes. “Look at me—hey—Poppy, look at me, pretty girl.”

I blink my eyes open, panting through parted lips as I look in his eyes again. There’s a softness there, even as I feel him against me, his every muscle coiled tight.

“I’ve got you,” he says. “I won’t hurt you. Breathe out with me. Deep exhale and relax.”

I do as he says, letting out a yoga breath as I sink against him. My body slides a few more inches down as I settle against his hips, his whole dick buried inside me.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he praises. “Look at you, taking my cock like a fucking champ. Your cunt is so tight. You fit me like a glove, baby.” His words wash over me, soothing me as he begins to move. He rocks against me, keeping his length buried. “That good?”

“Mhmm.” I close my eyes, tipping my head back as I sink into the feeling of him filling me inside and out. The clean, citrus scent of his sporty cologne clouds my senses, while the heat of his skin burns into me at every point where we’re touching.

“Open your eyes,” he urges. “Be here with me.”

I open my eyes, tears filling them. “Go faster.”

He shakes his head. “I’m not rushing this. I get one night to call you mine, Poppy. You are gonna ride this dick until it rewrites yourgoddamn DNA.” He doesn’t thrust faster, but he ruts deeper, his hips driving up and in.

I hold onto his shoulders, opening myself to every sensation. My pussy tightens, and he finally ups the pace. “Yes,” he pants, driving harder. “There it is, baby. Give me one more like this. Come, Poppy. Squeeze me.Yes—”

I cry out, head tipped back as I come. All the muscles in my core contract, and I ride wave after wave of pulsing orgasm. Lukas keeps his tempo steady, riding it out with me on a long groan. Then he presses a few kisses to my mouth and chin. “Let me finish you. Let’s see fucking stars.”

I nod, unable to form words.

He eases out of me and lowers me to the floor. I ungracefully unpretzel myself, my legs like jelly as I stand in my stupid heels. “Turn around. I promise my penis will only go in your vagina,” he teases, kissing the tip of my nose.

I teeter on my heels, turning around to face the ice machine.

“Hands flat. Widen your stance a bit.” Lukas helps get me into position, putting light pressure on my back to bend me over. “Just like that. Such a good girl. So good at taking direction.”