Page 32 of The Puck Bunny

I almost protest until I realize where he’s going. “I’m so hot for you.” Breathless, I stare into his eyes as his hand stops at my waist and he stares back. “Don’t stop. Please.” I trace his lips with my tongue.

His eyes dilate to all black and he takes a shaky breath. “You really know how to make a guy forget about… whatever reason why I was supposed to leave you alone.”

“No reason. Two consenting adults. Very attracted and hot and—”

“And one very sexy, if talkative, young woman.” His mouth closes in on mine like he’s starved for oxygen and my breath is his air supply. Then he sucks my lower lip into his mouth and a flash of stars appears as I squirm with a needy moan.

“I want you… to give me… an orgasm… so much.” I’m panting more than talking and pushing my hips toward him.

“How much?” He slides his hand between my legs.

Thank God for the short skirt. I moan as his strong fingers find the V at the top of my thighs—only problem is, they’re stopped by my indestructible tights.

He nibbles my ear. “I can feel you burning up.”

He presses his thumb against my swollen pussy right through the tights as if they were invisible and, damn, I scream.

“Jesus, you’re so sexy, so responsive, and so fucking wet. I bet you’re dripping inside—”

“Take them off. We need to take my clothes off. Yours, too.” Do I sound desperate or sexy? It doesn’t matter. I’m that desperate that I don’t even really care.

I reach for his crotch. Jackpot; he’s as big and hard as a baseball bat.

He jolts like I’ve shocked him. “Jesus. Don’t get too playful or I might lose it,” he grits out through a clenched his jaw. But he hasn’t stopped cupping my pussy.

I press into him. “I think we should go to the bedroom. And undress.”

“You’ve convinced me you’re serious about this,” he says.

I let out a laugh and push off of the couch. Slipping his hand from between my thighs, I lead him to the bedroom—well, to Billie Mae’s bedroom.

Crap. I wonder how much time we have before she comes home.

“What time is it?” I stop suddenly at her bedroom door.

“Is it important?” He nuzzles my neck while his hands roam up and down my body, knocking the panic from me better than two shots of tequila. Why do I care about the time?

“No.”

I kick the door closed behind us as he sweeps me up in those magnificently muscled arms, making me want to squeeze them.

So I do.

He chuckles as he carries me the few steps to the bed, then lowers me to the mattress.

He takes off his clothes and I watch him. He’s big and powerful and exactly like I imagined in my fantasies. Except he’s real and nice and decent and caring and polite. All those things I want in a forever guy. I almost forget to take my clothes off. But after I get my tights halfway down, I can’t take the throbbing anymore.

“You are a piece of art.” I exhale the words and finish undressing. I bring my hand between my legs to test my pussy. It’s more than ready for him.

He moves fast, pulling my hand away. “No you don’t, Sara.”

He lowers himself, pinning my hand above my head while I relish the weight of him, of his heavy cock against my belly and… oh boy.

“That’s my job.”

I lick my lips. “Are you…” I can’t think let alone talk as he drags his other hand down my body, trailing sparks along the way, as the fire inside me flares up to nearly unbearable as his fingers find the center of my pussy.

He runs a finger from the top to the bottom of my swollen folds, applying just enough pressure to make me squirm and cry out. Then his finger stills and he brings his mouth to mine, quieting me, for a brief sizzling taste of his addictive lips. Then he leans on his side and brings his hand up to capture my face and hold my gaze with his.