Page 166 of Bad Pucking Influence


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“You heard me. I’ll keep the tux on like you asked, but I’m not rushing this.” To emphasize his point, he pulls out excruciatingly slow, then presses back in, rotating his hips when he’s fully seated so his crown rubs all over my prostate.

“Holy fucking mother of god,” I groan. “Where did you learn how to do that?”

He pummels me with a series of short, rapid pumps, jackhammering that sensitive bundle of nerves before retreating and pressing back in leisurely. “I didn’t learn it. I’m making it up as I go.” He steals my line, but I’m too blissed out to comment on it.

All this time I thought I was well acquainted with my prostate, but it turns out the real key to nirvana is my boyfriend’s dick.

“Can you reach your dick like that?” Noah asks as his pelvis tilts forward.

Though I’m bent like a pretzel, it’s not a stretch. I nod.

“Good. Wrap your hand around it.”

I do as he says with a soft groan. “Can I jerk it?”

“No, just hold it. Squeeze to keep yourself from coming if you need to, but nothing else.”

I want to huff in displeasure. Instead, another moan passes through my lips as Noah circles his hips, the fat head of his cock kissing my pleasure center before pounding it and disappearing…again. Over and over, he teases me to the brink and backs off, the slight frown of concentration completing the image of a sophisticated man getting ready to bust a nut in his favorite hole.

It’s sinful, and beautiful, and it makes me near delirious with ecstasy as the tension in my groin coils tighter and tighter. It’s the single hottest moment of my life, pushing me toward what could be an epic orgasm. But I can’t help feeling like something’s missing.

Hockey god looking extra sexy in his suave tux… Check.

His thick dick filling me to the brink… Check.

Full lips slightly parted, gasping for air as he tries to maintain control… Fuck, that’s it.

“Kiss me,” I blurt.

“What?”

“I’m about to come, and I want your mouth on me when I do. Kiss me.”

Noah pins my wrists above my head as he collapses on top of me, trapping my swollen cock between us. With our fingers laced together, he drives into me long and deep as his mouth gently meets mine.

Our tongues slide together, giving and receiving the love we confessed only moments ago, and making my heart thump in my chest. This is what I needed. His lips on mine, sharing our air as our bodies tumble into heavenly oblivion…. It's perfect.

The orgasm starts as a series of tiny quakes, short but powerful bursts that make me gasp from their intensity. It quickly morphs into a full body tremor, trapping my breath in my lungs as my body bucks upward. My ass clenches around Noah’s cock as if it could somehow take him deeper.

I breathe a soundless cry against his lips as he shudders inside me, his warm cum filling me as my own spreads between our joined stomachs. And while it’s every bit as filthy as I hoped it would be, it’s also hauntingly beautiful. The way our heartbeats pulse in sync as our eyes manage to lock together in the dark room… I'll never forget it.

Tentatively, I tilt my chin up, so my lips brush against Noah’s.

“Yes,” I whisper between kisses.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want to move in with you.” I bite my lip, waiting for his reaction.

He pulls my lip away from my teeth with his thumb and gives me a lingering kiss. “Good, because this is where you belong.”

I know this makes me the world’s biggest cheeseball, but even though I still have to go through the whole moving thing, hearing him say that makes me feel like I’m already home.

Chapter 23 - Noah

“Will you build me a pool?” Tripp asks as we’re packing up his room.

“If I build a swimming pool I’m going to use it to swim.”

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