Page 191 of Risking the Pucking Defense

“Shut up,” she demands with a wicked smirk pulling at her lips.

I slam my lips closed, more than happy to follow orders, especially as she leans forward and drags her hot tongue around the head of my cock.

“Holy fuck,” I gasp, my hips lifting from the couch as my fingers sink into her hair, needing to feel her.

She smiles as she takes my cock into her mouth, her eyes glittering with delight. This woman loves nothing more than bringing me to my goddamn knees, and I am here for every second of it.

She works me so fucking perfectly, taking me as deep as she can, her hand coming up to fist the base of my cock.

It’s wet and filthy and everything I fantasized about last year when I used to get myself off. From the moment I met her, no other woman existed for me. I tried to forget her. I attempted to embrace the bunny lifestyle with Killer, Rett, and a few others, but it never felt right. Sure, I wanted the release and the pleasure, but the thought of finding it with someone who would then walk away, never to be seen again…nah, that’s not for me.

I craved this. This connection, this trust, this…everything.

“You’re perfect, Hails. So fucking perfect," I groan, my release racing forward.

My words spur her on, and she takes me a little deeper. I fucking lose it. Every muscle in my body pulls tight as pleasure explodes like a firework at the base of my spine, utterly consuming me.

Forcing my eyes to stay open, I watch as she takes it all, swallowing me down and then licking me clean once she pulls back.

My chest heaves as I fight to catch my breath. She releases my softening dick and pushes to stand.

This time, her movements are slower, and she pauses once she’s on her feet, giving me a few seconds to take her in.

“You’re incredible,” I whisper, unable to believe that I get to have her like this.

One side of her mouth twitches, letting me know that she heard me but doesn’t believe me.

“And I’m the luckiest motherfucker in the world to be able to call you mine.”

Her lips part, and the fear that she’s going to attempt to tell me I’m wrong has me reacting.

I throw my leg onto the couch and lie across it.

“Get up here,” I order, holding my hand out for her.

Nerves flutter in my stomach. I have never demanded a woman do this, and fear that she’ll freak out about me demanding she does trickles through my veins.

“Up there?” she questions.

“Yep,” I say, twisting my fingers with hers and tugging her closer. “I want you to sit on my face, Hails.”

Fire flickers through her eyes as she presses her knee to the couch beside my head, but she hesitates.

“Let me taste you, baby. It’s been too fucking long.”

I just about refrain from doing a little happy dance when she throws her other leg over my head and settles herself across my chest.

I take her in from her swollen, needy pussy all the way up to her hungry eyes.

My heart thumps hard in my chest, and everything I feel for her floods through me.

I might have always wanted her, but I had no idea I’d only get even more obsessed with her once I learned who she really is. Everything about her, even the parts she doesn’t like, is like kryptonite to me.

I want everything: the good, the bad, and the ugly. Everything that makes her exactly who she is.

Lifting my head from the cushion, I press my lips against her inner thigh, reveling in how soft her skin is, how sweet it smells.

I might only have blown down her throat a minute or so ago, but already, my cock is stirring for another round, and I know it’ll shoot to full mast the second her taste coats my tongue.