Page 86 of Double Puck

I know Darcy well enough now to know when she's dodging me, and I'm your analyst, I know lots of things you don't might've gotten her out of answering the question, but it didn't convince me for a fucking second.

Tomorrow, maybe I'll ask again.

Tonight, there's just Darcy Madden. Naked and willing beneath me.

And for the first time since I met her, I have nowhere else I need to be.

So I take my time.

I release her breast with a hard pull on her nipple, feeling her slowly relax as I kiss her soft belly. God I love her softness. I move my way down, feeling my cock pulse against the mattress as I settle between her legs, slowly spreading them with my hands, checking Darcy to ensure she's okay.

"This okay?"

She nods against the pillow. "Yes."

I lower myself down, and the sight before my eyes is everything I ever imagined.

Fuck me.

Her pussy is perfect. It's smooth and bare, glistening wet, that bright pink flesh already slick and waiting. Her clit peeks out from its hood, swollen and begging for my mouth, and I can't look away.

"Jesus Christ, Darce. Look at you."

She shivers as I breathe the words against her inner thigh, kissing closer and letting my hands slide up and down, inching closer and closer to her wetness.

"All this." I trace a finger through her slickness, watching it disappear between the folds. "This was hiding from me this whole time?"

Her hips shift toward my hand.

"Yes, that's it. You're dripping, sweetheart." My cock aches, so hard it hurts. "Tell me you taste as good as you look."

Her answer's a moan. And fuck, that's all I need.

I lower my mouth and—

"Oh, Beck."

Her hands fly to the top of my head, and the first taste of her is fucking everything. She's sweet and salty and pure perfection. She gasps, her hips bucking forward as my tongue finds her clit. I groan against her, the vibration making her shudder.

I eat her like she's my last meal. Like I'm trying to prove something. Like I'm trying to say something I don't have words for yet.

Like let me stay in Beachside. Or Trade me and you don't get this.

I keep licking, savouring the taste as her moans fill the room, getting higher, more desperate as she grinds her cunt against my face.

"That's it, baby. Let me taste you."

She's trembling. I lap at her, tongue sliding through her folds, finding every spot that makes her gasp. Her hips start moving against my mouth, chasing it.

"Beck—"

"Yes, baby. Let go. Let me taste this sweet pussy."

She shatters against my tongue, her juices flooding my mouth, her thighs clamping around my head. I don't stop. I keep licking, keep tasting, until she's pushing my head away, oversensitive and shaking.

I pull back, my chin wet, my grin absolutely feral.

When I look up, she's staring at me like she's never seen me before.