Page 207 of Lucky Mother Pucker

With my free hand, I pull on his hair and grind against his mouth. Pleasure washes over me in unending waves. My entire body trembles and thrashes. I scream so loud, my throat aches.

I drop my vibrator as I start to come down. He dusts sweet, soft kisses along my inner thighs.

“Best Valentine’s gift ever,” he murmurs.

He stands up and unzips his pants. His cock falls out, and I gaze up, mesmerized. I’ll never get tired of looking at his dick.

I grab the base and pump him in my hand while I suck on the head, moaning softly at the sweet tang of precum.

Above me, he curses, then he makes a rough noise. I smile around him, pleased at how desperate he sounds when I take him in my mouth.

After a minute, he gently pulls me off.

“I need to be inside you, Luce.”

He rolls on a condom.

When I start to take off my bra, he shakes his head. “That stays on. I wanna fuck you while you’re wearing that sexy-as-hell lingerie.”

I grin, giddy at the feral look in his eyes as he stares at me.

A second later, he’s back on his knees between my legs. He pulls down the cups of my bra and runs his tongue over my nipples. He alternates between sucking and licking and softly biting me.

My nipples are super sensitive, so I feel it all over my body. My skin is tingling, I’m hot all over, and my clit is throbbing like crazy again.

I tug on the hem of his shirt, and he pulls it over his head. I run my hands all over his chiseled chest. My hungry gaze soaks in all those hard lines and stacked muscles. I can’t get enough of his body. My boyfriend is so damn hot.

His pants are still half-on when he pushes his cock inside of me. I cry out, my pussy tensing around his thickness.

“Look at you taking all of my cock. Such a good girl.”

I wrap my arms around him and bite his shoulder.

“That’s it, Luce. Get rough with me.”

I bite harder; he thrusts faster, sinking deeper inside of me.

I cry out, savoring the way he stretches me out. The pleasure inside of me builds, intensifying with each passing second.

He fucks me slow and deep, dusting soft kisses on my neck and shoulder.

“Oh, fuck, Luce. You feel like heaven. Every single time.”

My heart skids in my chest at his rasped words.

He cups my cheek and makes me look at him. I tense around his dick, knowing what’s coming.

“Look me in the eye when you come,” he growls.

It never fails. Every time he tells me that, I hurtle toward the edge.

He teases his thumb over my clit, massaging with the perfect amount of pressure.

The heat and pleasure boil over. A second later, I explode.

I look at him as long as I can, but it’s only a couple of seconds because then my eyes roll back. I can’t help it. This orgasm is too powerful. It claims all of my body. Pleasure rockets through me, making my toes curl and my skin catch fire.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come,” he whispers into my ear.