Page 106 of Lucky Mother Pucker

I huff out a breath, ashamed of how close I was to losing control with her…

How close I was to kissing her again…

How I wanted to grab her and pull her into my lap and crash my mouth against hers.

I grit my teeth as my cock throbs in my pants. There’s no way I’m gonna be able to ride this boner out. I need to get rid of it.

“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” I mutter to my lap.

I stand up and head upstairs to the bathroom, feeling guilty and shameful for what I’m about to do.

I turn on the water and strip off my clothes, then I step under the hot spray.

I grip my hand around my rock-hard dick and give myself a rough tug.

“Fuck,” I mutter, careful to keep my voice down. Lucy is the only one home, and I don’t want her to hear me jerking off in the shower.

I shouldn’t be thinking of her. I can think of any woman in the world while I jerk off, but not her.

I can’t though. The only person—the only thing my brain is capable of thinking about right now is her.

I give myself another rough tug. It’s so hard that my knees buckle. Good. I can’t have this last. I can’t draw this out, even though I want to.

I don’t deserve that. I’m jerking off to my best female friend, like some pervert. I need to get this over with as quickly as possible.

So I close my eyes, and I let my imagination get filthy. My mind fills up with endless images of Lucy.

Her straddling me on the floor, naked, riding my cock, her tits pressed against my face.

Her on her knees in the shower with me, water gliding down her body, those lush lips swallowing my hard dick.

Pleasure coils through my abdomen, burning hot. I jerk myself even harder.

I picture those big blue eyes gazing up at me as she takes me down her throat while playing with my balls in her hand.

“Ah, shit,” I grit out. I jerk faster.

My knees buckle, and I brace my free hand on the tile to steady myself.

I’m not gonna last much longer. Maybe another minute.

The filthy part of my brain goes into overdrive. The image of her pressed up against the shower wall while I’m on my knees in front of her flashes in my mind.

I imagine kissing the inside of her knee, then her inner thigh, then gently propping her leg on my shoulder as I lick her pussy.

I imagine her taste. I bet she’s so fucking sweet.

I imagine her sounds. How loud she’d be. How desperate she’d sound. How she’d beg for my tongue. How she’d beg for me to make her come.

I imagine fucking her with my tongue, then sucking on her clit until she falls apart while screaming my name.

My balls tighten, and the pressure inside my cock hits a peak. My whole body is tense and hot, on the verge of coming.

I imagine her grinding all over my face, soaking me with her wetness…

My release is sharp and sudden. I come with a groan, painting the tile in front of me with my come.

I’m hot and dizzy and shaky. I’m breathing hard, like I’ve sprinted a mile.