Page 24 of Puck Off, She’s Mine

I wail his name, my thighs clamping around his head as I come apart at the seams. Waves of ecstasy rip through me, unmaking me from the inside out. I can't breathe. I can't think. All I can do is cling to the door and sob his name.

When I come back down, he's holding me, his lips at my crown, his arms around me. I feel his cock against my clit, and whimper, grinding down.

"Fuck, Cara," he breathes, his whole body shuddering. "You better stop that if you don't want me inside you right now. I still taste you on my tongue, and I'm ready to lose it."

"Maybe that's exactly what I want you to do," I whisper before doing it again.

He growls, his hands clamping down on me. He lifts his head, his wild eyes meeting mine. "You want to feel me inside you, gorgeous? Right here, right now?"

"Yes," I whisper, my heart in my throat. I don't think I've ever wanted anything more than I want this man inside me, right here, right now. We passed the point of no return days ago. I've just been deluding myself, trying to pretend that I'm not falling for him. It's a lie, though. I am falling. Every damn time I see him, I fall a little harder. "Get in me, Phoenix. Please."

He groans again, a storm of indecision in his eyes, as if he's at war with himself. And I love that he wants to do this the right way, that he cares enough to think there is a right way here. But this is the right way, at least for us.

"I need you," I whimper, grinding against him again. "Please."

I see the moment he loses the battle for control with himself. His expression twists, indecision giving way to powerful desire. I feel it too. His hands tighten on me, lifting me up slightly. His eyes darken, his cheeks flushing. A growl rumbles deep in his chest, and then he's jerking his sweats down.

"Yes," I moan when I feel the burning heat of his cock against me. He's so damn big, so perfect. I writhe, wanting him everywhere. "God, yes."

"Fuck." He tries to still me, but I'm past that point. I think he realizes it, too. Because after a second, he gives up and lets me go, his eyes locked on my face. "Christ, look at you." He buries his face in my throat, nipping my skin. "You look gorgeous, taking what you need from me, Cara. Writhe all over me, baby. Get me nice and wet."

"Get inside me," I pant, my hips still moving. Every time the head of his cock nudges my clit, I feel it everywhere, like a tiny jolt to my nervous system.

I'm already on the edge when he notches his cock at my entrance, freezing for a moment. His eyes meet mine again, as if he's looking for any hesitation or doubt.

I tighten my grip on his shoulders and sink down, taking him inside.

"Fuck," he growls. He doesn't try to stop me, though. Instead, he just watches me with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, panting wildly. He looks more alive than I've ever seen him, all fire and sin. "Keep going. Take all of me, gorgeous."

I'm trying, but he's so fucking big. I'm already stretched to capacity, and so full I want to die. He feels like heaven inside me.

I sink lower and then lower. By the time he's all the way inside, I'm panting for breath, and ready to come apart at the seams.

So is he. He's vibrating, trying like hell to hold it together.

Watching him lose the battle is beautiful.

He groans my name, his eyes falling closed. And then I feel a flood of wetness between my legs. I clench around him, whimpering.

"Phoenix, did you—?"

"Come already?" He cracks one eye open, peering at me. "Fuck yeah, baby. You feel too good wrapped around me." His hands clamp around my hips, lifting me up before he drops me. "And I'm going to do it again."

"A-again?" I gape at him, startled. "You can do that?"

"Apparently so." His devilish smirk has my heart fluttering. "Ready to find out?"

"I… yes."

"Good girl." He brushes his lips across my temple before pinning me against the door. "Christ, Cara. You feel so fucking good."

"So do you," I moan, wrapped around him like a freaking Koala. My fingers drift through his hair and then brush the edge of the bruise on his cheek. "Phoenix, I—"

He immediately grabs my hand, pinning it above my head before thrusting into me again. Whatever I was going to say gets lost. I think I get lost. All I feel is him inside me, his weight pressing against me, his lips at my ear.

"Work your hips, gorgeous. Before I fuck you through the front door," he groans, slamming into me hard enough to rattle the heavy wood. I cry out, clenching around him.

I try to work my hips, but he's a force of nature inside me, moving like a storm. Every thrust rattles the door, shaking loose another cry of ecstasy from somewhere deep inside my chest. I claw at his shoulders, at his back, and just try to hang on for the ride.