Page 21 of Pucking Good Girl

When I cry out, Macklin withdraws his fingers and gets on his knees to lower his head between my legs and finish me off with his mouth.

As wave after wave of pleasure wracks through me, he drinks me in, massaging my pussy with his mouth and tongue.

“Come here, baby.” He lays down against the pillows, taking me into his arms.

He covers my face and neck with soft, tender kisses as I come down from my high.

“Hey.” I smile, my body still tingling with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

“Hey.”

I pull his mouth to mine, tasting myself on his lips. “Just when I think you can never make me feel better than the last time we were together, you go and prove me wrong.”

He chuckles. “I haven’t even started with you, baby.”

Hopefully, he means it. Macklin doesn’t sound like a man who’s thinking about ending our deal. “That was…”

When I can’t find the words, he asks. “Was the butt stuff ok? I hope I didn’t scare you.”

“It was a little different.” I say honestly. “But I didn’t dislike it.”

He nods. “Good. We can try some more things, but I’m not in a rush.”

“So, now that I came for you,” I smile. “I believe you owe me. I get to ride you reverse cowgirl, right?”

The second he says “yes,” I jump on top of him.

I can’t resist the urge to kiss him. It’s slow and deep, and my heart fills to the brim. The name of that feeling is on the tip of my tongue, but there’s no way I can let it out without ruining everything.

“Baby?” Macklin chuckles, cupping my face. “I’m not complaining about this; I could spend all night kissing you. But I need you to know that a successful reverse cowgirl requires you to face the other way.”

He’s teasing me.

His dark blue eyes always light up when he’s laughing until the gray almost disappears. In those moments, his eye color is identical to Becks’s.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a smartass, Macklin Shayba?”

“Only every day since I said my first word.” He chuckles. “Now come on, cowgirl. This cock won’t ride itself.” He thrusts his hips up, dragging his rock-hard erection against my stomach.

Keeping my eyes on his, I lower my head and swallow him down until he hits the back of my throat. I massage his balls for a few seconds.

Macklin hardens even more inside my mouth and his balls tighten.

“Holy shit,” he grinds out, his voice strained. “Keep this up and you’ll have to wait a few minutes before I have anything for you to ride.”

It’s my turn to smile. I could say that I’ve never felt as powerful as I do right now, but that would be a lie. Macklin has given me this feeling from the first time he brought me to his room for our first lesson.

“The idea of making you come in my mouth is tempting,” I say. “But you know me. I’m impatient by nature. So let’s do this. Tell me if I’m doing it wrong, ok?’

One second later, I’m straddling him again, but I’m facing the other way.

My fingers close around the base of his thick, erect shaft as I line myself up with the tip and start taking every delicious inch.

Even with how wet I am, my body has to stretch to accommodate his girth.

“Jesus, Talia,” Macklin’s hands are on my hips. “You’re so tight, baby. You feel so fucking good.” He pulses inside me, and my body reacts by contracting my inner muscles.

Being on top is still quite new to me, and I experiment with different moves to see what feels good.