Page 86 of Pucking Sweet

Smiling, I free my arms from the little cap sleeves. I recall the dream I lost when turbulence jostled me awake on our last flight.

“Tell me,” he commands, pinching my peaked nipple.

I gasp, fighting a shiver as he cups me with both hands, his thumbs rubbing against the lace. “Last time, we were in a bubble bath. I was in your lap, and you were so deep inside me, thrusting so hard, we spilled water all over the floor—”

My words end on another gasp as he kisses me, his tongue dancing with mine. We chase and claim, kissing like we were always meant to do. He pulls away to look in my eyes. “How often are you dreaming of me?” I see the pride there, the joy and excitement. This is turning him on.

I flash him another smile. “Enough that all my toys are tired of hearing me cry out your name.”

He grins. “Keep going.”

“Enough to wake up wet and wanting you almost every morning,” I say on a sigh, pressing in with my hips as his hand teases over my pussy. “Sometimes, I even reach for you…but you’re never there.”

His face glows with triumph. “I’m right here, Poppy. I’m in your arms, and I’m saying yes. Now, what are you gonna do about it?”

Heart racing, I shimmy out of my dress, letting it slip past my hips. “I’m saying yes too.”

“Yes?”

This is crazy. We’re in an elevator, and those doors could open at any moment. But, for the second time in a week, I’m taking whatIwant, and damn the consequences. “Wild horses couldn’t stop me,” I say, dropping my dress to the floor. “Fuck me, Colton. I’m yours.”

“Yes.” His hand wraps possessively around my throat as he pulls me to him. I arch my neck, heart beating wildly as I wait for the squeeze. But he holds his pressure firm, his other hand dropping to palm between my legs again. We both groan as he feels how wet I already am through my panties. “We don’t have a lot of time to play and explore,” he says in my ear. “What does my queen like? What gets you off?”

I shiver at the use of his endearment. Queen? I’ve been called “baby” and “sugar” before. Lukas swooped in and teased me with that ill-advised “princess.” That’s what Daddy calls me. No lover can call me by the same pet name as my father. I wasn’t joking; I would’ve punched him in the balls if he said it again.

But “queen?” I like the sound of that.A lot. I tremble in his arms, ready for anything he’ll give me, aching for it. Seeing the mirrored look of need in his eyes, my confidence surges. I wrap my hand around his at my throat and squeeze. “I may look sweet, but I like to get fucked, Colton. I want it hard and fast. I want your cock buried deep so I feel you the next morning. I want to be owned.”

He growls his approval as he moves his hand down my chest and presses a sucking kiss to my neck. “We’ll have to get a little creative because I don’t have a condom—”

“I’m on the pill,” I say, cupping his hard dick through his athletic shorts. “Oh!” My eyes go wide as I feel his impressive length. This perfect cock will more than fill me. I’m not even sure it will fit. My pussy is already weeping at thechance to try.

“Are you sure?”

I nod. “Yeah, I’ve…” I try to work around how I can say this. “Umm, I’ve only been with one other person in the last three years—and we used a condom,” I add quickly. “Both—I mean—all of the times…we used a condom.”

Colton’s eyes narrow. Signing Lukas’s NDA means I can’tofficiallyname him, but we both know what I’m saying without me saying it. He swoops in, kissing me again until I’m left swaying in my heels and breathless. Pulling away, chest heaving, he grabs a fistful of my braided hair and jerks my head back. I cry out, loving his tight hold on me. “I am going to burn the memory of him from your soul. Do you understand? When I’m done, there will be nothing left of him but a fucking echo.”

Wild with want, I nod.

“Good girl,” he praises, pressing one more kiss to my lips. “Now, you said you want me to own you?”

I nod again.

He leans closer, rasping in my ear. “Then get on your knees and get your pretty mouth on my dick. I want it wet with you before I shove it in your cunt.” His eyes are two pools of night as he glares hungrily down at me. “You want me buried deep?”

I nod for a third time. “Yes, please.”

He grins. “Perfect. Because I want to fill you with my cum. I wanna watch you stumble out of this goddamn elevator with me dripping down your thighs.” He cups my pussy again, rubbing my clit with his palm until I squirm. “You’re gonna feel me in this pretty cunt and know exactly who owns you. Sound good?”

“Yes,” I whisper, heart racing.

“Good.” He kisses me again, biting at my bottom lip. “Get on your fucking knees.”

Okay, dirty-talking Colton is my new kryptonite. I melt to the floor. Whimpering with need, I pull down on his shorts, freeing his cock. It hangs hard and ready in front of my face, casting a shadow in this eerie light. I take in the size, my hands reaching out to tentatively wrap around his base. The tips of my nails don’t quite touch.

Oh, my freaking god.

His hands go to my hair as I flick with my tongue,wetting his tip. That first taste of his salty precum has me feeling desperate. Parting my lips, I take his whole tip in my mouth and suck.