Page 37 of Pucking Good Girl

“I’m on the pill.” It’s her turn to nip at my lips. “I’m clean if you’re happy to⁠—”

“I’m clean too,” I say, feeling the last remnants of control slip away. “And I want you so fucking much.”

She unbuckles my belt and lowers my zipper, but struggles with the constraints of my boxer briefs as the situation in my pants has become very tight.

“Hold on to me,” I say, letting go of one of her thighs to free my aching cock.

The skirt of Talia’s blue dress is bunched up around her hips, and all I have to do is push the fabric of her panties to the side.

“Fuck, pretty girl. You’re so wet for me.” My voice sounds strained to my own ears as I nudge myself at her entrance.

“You’ve made me wet from the moment we met.” She admits. “When you walked me home that night? I had to change my panties; they were ruined. And all you did was talk to me.”

I smile. “Really? I wanted to kiss you so badly that night. But I was too scared that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop. And that would have made me hard and⁠—”

She silences me with a kiss. “Fuck me, Becks. Please.”

All it takes is a snap of my hips and I slam home.

Because that’s how she feels. I belong with her, inside her. And she’s mine.

For a second, I’m almost too scared to move. I just stay there, buried inside her hot, wet heat to the hilt, fighting to calm my skyrocketing pulse.

It doesn’t work. She feels too good and I want her too much.

Holding her against the bricks of the arch by the backs of her thighs, I begin to move.

“Jesus,” I bite out as I sink inside her again and again. “I’ve never gone bare. This is too fucking good.”

“Don’t stop, Becks. Please.” She begs and I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I don’t mean if she changed her mind about what we’re doing right now. I would stop in a heartbeat if she decided that she isn’t into it anymore.

I’m talking about the way I’m falling for her. There’s no way to stop that. And I fall deeper with every word we exchange, with every single touch.

Our alcove under the bridge has gone dark as the rain turns into a torrential downpour, but we’re oblivious to it.

Right now, all that matters is our need to get as close to each other as two people can possibly get.

“You feel so good, Becks.” Talia’s muscles tighten around me, and the way my cock pulses in response is the tell tale sign that I’m close.

A flash of light illuminates our little secluded space, followed by the crack of thunder.

The noise is deafening, but it has nothing on the way my heart is thundering against my chest.

“I don’t have long, pretty girl. I’m about to come.”

“I’m so close, too,” her voice is strained. “So, so close.”

“I’ve got you. Hold on tight.”

Shifting so I can hold her against the wall with one hand, my other hand finds her clit.

All it takes is a couple of tight circles of my fingers to push my girl over the edge.

The way her pussy spasms around me makes it impossible to hold back.

The first wave of searing hot pleasure that shoots through me is so intense that it almost takes my breath away.

I hold her up, buried deep inside her, spilling into her until I have nothing left to give.