Puck Block : Chapter 38
I drive my hand into her hair to pull her to her feet so she’ll stop, but instead, I keep her right where I really want her. Taytum’s perfect lips wrap around my cock, and I can’t see straight. Her hand might as well be wrapped around my throat because I’d rather die than stop now.
The restraint of never letting myself picture her on her knees in front of me is completely blown to pieces now that she’s at my mercy, sucking on my dick like she’s trying to kill me.
“You’re so fucking hot I can’t even stand to look at you.”
She smiles with a mouth full of my dick, and a husky laugh leaves me. My balls tingle, and I go to move away, but she grips the backs of my thighs and pushes me to hit the back of her throat. For fuck’s sake.
I tug on her hair and pull out of her mouth at the same time. There’s a pop, and Taytum is left on her knees, pouting with glistening, swollen lips.
“Who the hell are you?” I ask, bringing her to her feet.
Her pretty eyelashes bat with a true innocence that I, along with every other guy on campus, crave to steal.NôvelDrama.Org © content.
“You’re…” Words escape me. I don’t want to talk. I can’t talk. I’ll say too much. Taytum tilts her head to the side, and I zero in on her neck like it’s calling for me. I suck on the delicate skin and pull one of her legs to hook around my back. Her pussy is wet, and when she rubs herself against me, I almost crumble.
I choke out one word. “Condom.”
Could you fucking imagine if I got her pregnant?
I pause when I realize the thought of her pregnant with my baby isn’t as terrifying as it should be.
I hurriedly grab my wallet and pull out a condom. Taytum watches with rapt attention as I roll it on. Then, I’m back to touching every part of her. “You’re so wet that it makes me wild,” I admit.
She’s back in my arms and wraps herself around me. We’re on the bed in record time, and I lean against her headboard so she can be in control. I’m not sure I trust myself with her at this point, and she’s not as experienced as she pretends to be.
My hands glide to her ribcage, and I hold her steady. Her hair is a thick curtain around us when she slowly sinks down. My heart skips a fucking beat. We both stop breathing. It’s so intimate that it should feel wrong, but it doesn’t. It feels like I’m right at home.
Once she adjusts, she starts to move over me, and my hands fall to her hips. I dig into her soft flesh, and her little whimpers are the cries of every last one of my restraints breaking. “You’re ruining me,” I groan, brushing my thumb over her clit. She moves faster, and her pretty, pink nipples pucker. When she throws her head back with an orgasm, I’m completely enthralled. I watch her lose herself for me, and I am mesmerized. I selfishly hope she never feels this high from anyone but me, because I know I’ll never get it from anyone but her.
Fuck her future husband.
Taytum is mine.
Her pussy squeezes me, and I can’t help but move with purpose. She’s flat on her back with her hair spilled out on the bed, and I’m railing into her without restraint. Her nails dig into my back, and I force myself to pause, afraid my possessive streak is too much, but she whimpers my name and says, “Please don’t stop–”
I pick up the pace and seal our mouths together in the sloppiest, sexiest kiss I’ve ever experienced. I’m unwillingly giving her my all, and she’s taking it without hesitation.
My hand clamps on top of the headboard, and I’m holding on for dear life when she comes around my cock again.
“Fuck,” I groan. Her cunt doesn’t let me go, and I end up emptying every last bit of pleasure into the condom. I see nothing but her, feel nothing but her, and hear nothing but her.
Her gasp cuts through my haze. Her pussy gives me another squeeze, and my eyes widen when I almost go back for seconds. I quickly pull out of her because what the fuck.
Our eyes snag, and though we’re both fully fucked and just scratched an itch that has been there for too long, there’s something else brewing behind her baby blues that I know like the back of my hand.
There is no getting Taytum out of my system now.
She’s there for good, whether I like it or not.
So warm.
My nose rubs against something soft, and the scent is so familiar that I go in for another whiff.
It smells like sunshine and flowers.
It’s calming.
My chest expands when I feel her soft sigh against it. I peek one eye open and confirm that it’s Taytum.
Though, I’d know her touch anywhere.
My body can feel her from a mile away.
I evaluate the situation slowly. It’s early. The morning sun is just now peeking through the wispy curtain, and there’s a thin streak of sunlight laying on top of our discarded clothes on her bedroom floor. As if I need any reminder of what we did last night, I stare at my hand as I absentmindedly rub it over top of her smooth leg that’s hooked over mine.
She whimpers softly, and there’s an uptick in my pulse. I adjust beneath her, and those perfect lips of hers brush against my neck. Taytum scoots closer, and her leg climbs higher. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I try to hold back, but I can’t.
My finger traces a line up the curve of her thigh, and her uneven breaths match mine.
“Let me have one more,” I beg.
I don’t bother hiding my desperation. I slowly push her to her back, and her sleepy eyes flutter with need. I sink a finger into her, and she comes alive at the touch.
“You’re already wet,” I rasp.
Taytum’s long lashes brush against her skin, and I want to be the one to put the pinkish hue on her cheeks over and over again.
“Ford.” My name is a plea falling from her mouth. I dip low to kiss the moan that’s about to come next.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I say in between kissing her. “Come for me again.” God, please.
Taytum opens her eyes, and they’re glazed over with lust. I push another finger inside of her and watch with rapt attention as she gets all worked up. I sweat when she takes her hand and slowly snakes it down in between her breasts, landing at the apex of her thighs.
“Do it,” I encourage her. “Show me how you’ll touch yourself when I’m not here to do it for you.”
Her middle finger rubs faster on her clit, and I’m salivating.
“This is better than my wildest dreams.” I grip her chin with my free hand. “Now kiss me like you mean it.”
Her tongue is devilish. My dick throbs, and I’m in a frenzy. I pull back to watch her touch herself, and she trembles against my finger. I push in a little farther and watch her break.
“Perfect,” I mutter, in complete shock at how captivated I am. She’s beautiful when she comes. It does something to me that I can’t put into words.
When she’s done riding her high, I pull my fingers from in between her legs. I bring them in between us and don’t bother licking them off this time. Instead, I grip her chin and push them into her mouth. “Look at the mess you’ve made.”
She sucks hard, and her doe-like eyes grip me until we both stop dead in our tracks at the knock on her door.
I fall off the bed, and Taytum sits up with her messy blonde hair flying past her face. “Are you okay?” she whisper-asks.
“Taytum!” We both turn to the voice on the other side of the door. It’s one of her sorority sisters.
Whew.
“Your brother just pulled up and parked right behind Ford’s car. I could be wrong, and maybe he’s in one of the other girls’ rooms, but if he’s in there with you, and you’re doing what I think you’re doing, abort mission now.”
My heart stops.
Taytum’s hand flies to her mouth.
I fly to my feet and glide as if I’m on the ice.
I’m pulling my pants on, and Taytum is quickly buttoning her pajama top.
“Remember how well we worked together when we acted at The Rodeo Bar?”
She nods quickly and pulls her shorts on.
“Get ready to do it again.”