Page 127 of Lucky Mother Pucker

I grin. “Absolutely.”

Before I can grab a condom, Lucy gently grabs the base of my dick. I hiss at the heavenly feel of her soft, delicate fingers wrapped around me.

“Sorry, does that feel bad?” she asks, her eyebrows wrinkled in worry.

“No, it feels incredible. I just need a sec.”

Her sweet mouth curves up in a relieved smile. I lean over and open the drawer of my side table.

“I guess I finally get to find out if the rumors are true,” she teases.

I can’t help my smug grin when I hold up the Magnum condom. Her mouth parts slightly as she gasps, that smile lingering on her lips.

“Wow. Okay then. Looks like they are true.”

I chuckle at the disbelief in her voice. I rip open the foil with my teeth and then roll on the condom.

“Wait.”

I stop what I’m doing and look at her. “What’s wrong?”

She shakes her head, her smile a little nervous now. “Nothing. I just…it’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone. Not since my high school boyfriend. I, um, I might need a minute to get used to your size.”

The urge to make her feel safe and comfortable hammers through me like a beacon.

I touch my fingertips to the hinge of her jaw. “Luce, listen to me. I’ll go as slow as you need to. Nothing happens unless you want it to.”

That worried wrinkle in her brow eases. “I want you so bad, Leo. So, so bad. It just might take me a little while to take…all of you.”

I thumb her bottom lip, then lean down to kiss her. Sweetly, slowly. She murmurs softly against my mouth.

“You can take as much or as little of me as you want,” I say, holding her gaze. I line up the head of my cock to her pussy. “I want you to talk to me, okay? Tell me what you like or don’t like. Don’t hold back. Please.”

She takes a breath and nods at me. “Okay, I promise.”

I start to slowly push in, but then she says, “Wait.”

I stop moving instantly and look at her.

“You’ll tell me if you don’t like something too, right?”

I let out a breath and chuckle. “Lucy, I already like this. I’m already so fucking happy.”

She beams. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

I push the head of my cock into her pussy. We both cry out at the same time.

I lean down, bracing my arms on either side of her head. I look at her. “Talk to me, Luce. How’s this feel?”

“Good,” she says through a breath.

I raise an eyebrow, but she just smiles. “I swear it really does feel good.”

A smug, feral feeling blooms in my chest. “Then beg for more. Beg for more of my cock, baby.”

Her eyes widen and her cheeks flush. A shy smile plays on her lips.