Page 61 of Lucky Puck

She nods.

“I need to hear you say it. Without mixed feelings. No room for regrets here, Brooks.”

“I want you so bad, Brody. I would never forgive you if you don’t take me right now.”

Holy shit. Take her? “Then I will, honey pants.” My chest tightens, and I don’t know what that’s all about, but I know what she wants. Unequivocally.

“Let’s get these covers untangled and these clothes off.” I throw off the comforter. With some breathing room, my dick calms down a fraction, and I peel off my t-shirt. I enjoy the starved look on her face as she watches me. Then she pulls at her nightgown, and I put my hand over hers to stop her.

“Let me do it.” My voice is back to raspy, and the tension in my balls escalates all over again as I reach for the buttons of her nightgown. I concentrate hard on her face, her beautiful kind eyes, her trusting innocence, and my hands fumble for a beat.

But I keep going because we both want this, need this. Our marriage may be fake, but our chemistry is frighteningly real. Fighting our attraction for the next few weeks would be a lost cause now that we’re here—the point of no return.

Clothes are strewn carelessly until both of us are naked. I kneel between her legs, and I run my eyes over her, taking in every last bit of her creamy skin, her luxurious curves, and the wanton look on her face. Cupping the heavy mounds of her breasts, I almost salivate, but I hold myself in check and stick to the program. I know how to please a woman. My well-honed choreography has never let anyone down, and I’m not going to veer from it now. I don’t want to cheat Brooks out of everything I have to offer.

She moans and reaches for me, grabbing hold of my dick with a look that says she’s having me for dinner. In this moment, if the big bad wolf were a woman, her name would be Bianca Brooks.

I quickly still her hand with mine, desperate to hold onto my control. “Not so fast, sugar pants. This is my dinner party, and you’re the first course.”

The feeling of satisfaction I get when her eyes go wide with lusty anticipation makes my balls sizzle, and I suck in a quick breath.

How fucking good will it feel when I make her come, watch her face in the throes of orgasm, taste her O-honey on my tongue, and feel the creamy clench of her around me?

Forgetting my plan for the long torturous descent of my tongue from her nipples to her pussy, I lower my face past her belly and clutch her ass cheeks in my hands, groaning at the fucking heady full feel of them, like perfect round pillows of flesh.

I look up at her. “I want to eat you so badly.”

Her eyes blink and her mouth opens, and when that sexy mouth quivers with excitement and her skin turns to fire in my hands, I don’t care what the fuck my usual moves are.

I lower my face between her legs as I lift her ass upward until her pussy meets my mouth, and I taste her in a long heart-stopping lick, breathing in the arousing scent of her, swallowing and then devouring all her honey like she’s a delicious gourmet dessert.

Chapter Twenty-Four

BIANCA

I’m gone. I can hardly breathe or speak, subsumed by his passion as he takes hold of me. I can’t help noticing his skill as he strokes me with his tongue, sliding it around that one spot where I want it, circling until I feel every nerve ending spiraling in sync with the motion. Even my head spirals.

“Oh my God… Brody...” I moan the words. My eyes are squeezed shut against the onslaught of my escalating dizziness, the fading of all coherent thought as he chuckles against my lady parts, the vibration making me involuntarily quake like I’m about to come apart.

I’m on fire and I hold onto his thick, lush hair and unceremoniously push his head into my pussy as close as I can make it go. I brace for him to balk at my brash action, but he doesn’t.

“You taste like a dream,” he says, raising his head to look at me, his mouth glistening with my... oh my god.

My tummy explodes into exhilarated fluttering, and before I can say anything or grab hold of his hair again, he lowers his mouth, and with breathtaking precision, he takes the nub of my desire, swollen to its limits, into his mouth and sucks.

“Ooooh my god!” I might be screaming; I don’t know, because his mouth has made me incoherent. My legs tighten around his head and I clutch his hair maybe too hard. A vague sense of panic is about to intrude on my bliss, that I might be killing him. But he continues to suck on me, and then he licks, and I… lose my mind. Bucking and quivering, my pussy clenches violently, and with blinding, almost painful release, I shatter, utterly losing my grip on reality for an endless moment of ecstasy.

In spite of the fierce grip my legs have around his head, he rises, escaping the stranglehold of my limbs without effort.

Sliding up my body while my heart still hammers, his muscles rippling, he watches me with his impossibly blue eyes, glazed and voracious.

“No changing your mind now, honey pants,” his voice provokes me like he is giving me a chance, but I shake my head savagely.

Holding onto his shoulders, I wrap my legs around him and tighten as if I’m desperate. Maybe I am.

He lets out a low croaking chuckle. “That’s how I hoped you’d feel.” His smile is smug, but mine… mine is grateful, and I don’t care.

In a swift, easy move, he reaches over and pulls the nightstand drawer open to retrieve a foil packet. When he rips it open with his teeth, I watch, mouth open and not caring if I’m drooling, as he rolls the condom onto his beautiful, massive cock. It’s a shame he has to cover it, and I want to tell him to stop; then I blink, realizing I can’t possibly let him come inside me without it. I’m not on the pill and⁠—