Page 189 of Lucky Mother Pucker

“I can’t believe we both felt it at the same moment,” she says. “And that we were both nervous to say it. That’s so perfect.”

My heartbeat hums in my ears. My whole body is vibrating.

“You’re perfect,” I say against her skin. I kiss down her shoulder and the top of her arm. “I love everything about you, Luce. These cute little noises you make when I kiss you. The freckles on your chest and shoulders. The way your face turns red when you’re flustered and turned on. How hard you come for me.”

She whimpers as I kiss down her chest, stopping between her breasts. “I love your heart. Your good, good heart.”

I run my tongue over her nipples, over and over, until her breathing turns ragged and she’s making those insanely cute whining noises.

“I love your sweetness. Your fiery attitude. How hard you fight for the things you love.”

I kiss down her stomach and get on my knees.

I gaze up at her. Her wet hair drips down her shoulders. Her peaches and cream skin is wet and flushed. She looks like a goddess.

Gently, I push her thighs open and run my tongue over her soaking wet slit.

Her thighs twitch on either side of my face as I circle my tongue over her clit.

“Fuck, I love you, Luce,” I groan into her pussy. “I love you so damn much.”

I flick my tongue over her pussy, keeping that soft, steady pressure she likes.

Seconds later, she comes on my face, screaming my name. She tugs hard against my scalp, and I groan at the burn. She grinds all over my mouth, writhing on my tongue. Fuck, this is heaven. My dream girl coming on my face, knowing how much she loves me.

When I’m back on my feet, I reach out of the shower, grab a condom from one of the drawers, rip it open, and slide it on.

Her eyes flicker as she gazes down at my hard, throbbing dick. I haul her up against the wall, and she wraps her legs around my waist.

I slide into her, and we both can’t hold back. She whimpers; I growl.

Pleasure rockets through my cock and balls. That too-intense, too-tight feeling spreads through my torso. It’s on the razor’s edge of too much.

I rest my forehead against hers, close my eyes, and take a breath. “This feels different than every other time, doesn’t it?” I rasp.

She looks at me, her eyes hazy with arousal. “Yes.”

I thrust into her, slow and hard. Her eyes roll back as she whimpers and moans.

“Leo, this feels…oh, god…” she sobs.

I bury my face in the crook of her neck. I bite her softly, then kiss her skin.

Hot water rains around, creating a shield from the outside world. Every bad thing that could happen, everything that could go wrong—I don’t care about any of it. Not when I feel Lucy’s lips against mine. Not when her silky tongue teases and laps at my tongue, making it impossible to think. Not when I’m consumed by the sweet taste of her. The woman I love more than anything in this world.

The pressure in my lower abdomen tightens and intensifies. The edges of my vision blur, and I know I’m close to losing it.

I reach down between us, teasing her clit.

“I’m close, Luce,” I grit out.

“So am I,” she gasps.

With my free hand, I grip her chin in my hand, making her look at me. “Look me in the eyes when you come,” I growl.

Her eyes go unfocused and dazed. Seconds later, she screams.

Her pussy tightens around me, and I lose it. I come with a roar. Pleasure hurtles through me like an unstoppable force. My head is heavy, and my heart beats harder and faster than it ever has.