Page 96 of Pucking Sweet

“How’s that feel?”

“So good,” she says immediately. “Col, you feel so good.”

Okay, I thought her saying my full name with that lemon twist of a Southern accent sent me over the edge. But this is the second time she’s called me “Col” while I’ve been half a dick deep, and I’m living for that too. “I want my queen to take charge,” I say, brushing my other hand over her hip. “Sit back. Take as much of me as you want. Ride me. Show me how much you want my dick.”

She shifts her legs, widening her hips as she pushes against me on a soft moan. From this angle, I can hold her waist and watch as she takes me inside her tight cunt. Fuck, I’m not gonna last long.

“I want more,” she pants, rocking her hips harder against me. “Colton, please. I need more.”

I fold myself over top of her. Cupping her breasts with my hands, I haul her up and rock back, impaling her on my dick. She cries out, her hands slapping over mine on her breasts, head thrown back against my shoulder. I rock with her, feeling the hot glide of her pussy squeezing me tight.

“Yes—oh my god,” she pants. “Oh, right there.”

I grind up into her, holding the weight of her easily against me. Her hair is brushing my chest, and her nails dig into my forearms as her pussy clenches with her coming orgasm.

“Oh, I’m so close. Honey, don’t you dare stop—”

I let out a joyous laugh, sucking her neck, tasting her sweat with my tongue. She’s starting to tremble, her orgasm seconds from crashing into her. It’s gonna hit like a wave, sweeping us both under. My god, she’s exquisite like this. I can’t get enough.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m a huge fan of PR Poppy too. But PR Poppy is a creature of rules and routine. She’s got impeccable fashion, polite manners, and an acute business savvy. She’s fierce and funny, and I could fall for her in a blink. Iamfalling for her.

But this woman in my arms? This wild thing? Sexy Poppy is uninhibited and raw, taking what she wants, begging for more. I don’t think she knows how beautiful she looks like this, how powerful, how desirable. I feel like I’m holding onto a beam of pure fucking sunlight. Her attention is life-giving. It’s restoring. With her, I am remade.

Snatching up her fancy blue wand, I turn it on and angle the vibrating head between her legs. The second it touches her sensitive clit, she cries out, her slick pussy clamping down on me.

“Fuck yes,” I pant, wrapping my arm around her chest to cup her other breast. I pull her up tight against me, her back to my front, and just hold her there, seated with me all the way inside her. Her body is ready to tip over that sweet edge. She’s shaking, pussy fluttering, eyes shut tight. “Come for me,” I growl in her ear. As I do, I press in hard with the wand, letting that vibrating head spark against her clit like a Roman candle.

Her mouth opens on a scream. It’s all I can do to hold onto her and keep the wand in place as she rocks against me, her orgasm bursting forth from her center and spiraling outward.

“Oh my god,” she whimpers as soon as she’s able to speak, her body going limp and breaking our connection.

I know she has one more in her, and I know I can get her there. I fall forward with her, letting her drop down to the mattress. I turn off the wand and toss it aside. She’s jelly as I roll her over, scooting her across the bed to make more room for myself between her knees.

Her arms go around me, clinging to me, desperate for my closeness. I give her a reassuring kiss, deep and seeking as her hands pull at my back, trying to make us share one skin again.

“Does my queen feel treasured?” I say against her lips.

She nods, eyes shut tight as she recovers her breath.

“Do you want more?”

She nods again.

“Do you want my cum?” I turn her head to kiss down her neck. “Do you want me to fill this sweet little cunt?”

“Yes,” she hums, spreading her legs beneath me to fit me in the cradle of her thighs.

I curl a hand around her leg, spreading her wider, and sink right back inside. Every inch of me slides in until I’m settled against her hips. Once I’m in, her hands on my shoulders relax, sated knowing we’re one again. Her eyes open as I rock into her. She gazes up at me with more clarity now, those blue eyes searching my face.

“What is it?” I say, kissing her chin.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmurs, her fingers brushingdown my cheek and over my lips. She takes in my features like she’s trying to memorize them.

I imprint her to memory too. I want to always be able to picture her just like this—lips parted, the soft freckles of her cheeks not hidden by makeup, eyes bright with lust and longing. She’s timeless. God help me, she’smine. I kiss the soft pads of her fingertips before she drops her arm over her head, arching back on the bed.

“Come again for me.”

“I can’t,” she whines.