Page 93 of Lucky Mother Pucker

She makes that soft, whimpering sound again, and my head spins. She sounds so desperate, and I can’t fucking take it…

Her mouth parts, and she runs her tongue along the seam of her lips. Gently, she laps her tongue against mine. Like she’s shy.

With my hand still gripping her chin, I tilt her face up. She opens that sweet little mouth wider for me.

Our tongues tease and slide. She’s so soft and wet and warm. She tastes like champagne and sugar. My mouth waters, and I groan. Have I ever tasted anything this good?

My blood pounds in my ears. A wild feeling rams through me. It’s feral and needy and unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

This kiss is so slow and teasing. We’re taking our time, savoring and tasting and feeling.

I run my hands up the sides of her body, relishing her soft lines and curves.

My cock is getting harder by the second, just from kissing her.

“Holy shit, Luce,” I murmur against her mouth.

I feel drugged and hazy. I can’t hear anything. Not the music from the ballroom or the sound of people talking floating down the hall.

All I hear is her cute, desperate little noises.

She digs her fingers into my chest, whimpering as she kisses me harder. A low, rough noise of encouragement rips from my throat. She presses her hands into my chest, tugging on my suit jacket. Fuck, I love that. I love feeling how much she wants me.

My muscles pull tight, and I’m suddenly hot all over.

My hand slides from her hair to the back of her neck, pulling her even closer. I tilt her jaw up so I can kiss her deeper and harder.

My head is swimming at just how much I love kissing her. Her sweetness, her softness, her sounds, how pliant and wet her mouth is.

A tight longing lands at the center of my chest. Already, I miss everything about this kiss. Because I know that the second it’s over, I’m going to crave it. I’m going to crave her.

Against me, her body starts to tremble. Another desperate sound slips from her lips, and I swallow it.

Need pulses through me like a drumbeat. I wanna hear her make that sound over and over.

I want to drop to my knees, push up her dress, pull her panties to the side, and kiss her pussy. I wanna tease and lick her until she’s yanking her fingers through my hair, begging for more and screaming my name…

“Please, Leo,” she rasps against my mouth.

My cock is aching, and my balls are tight. Is this what she’s like in bed? All sexy, whiny noises, writhing and desperate, shamelessly begging?

She presses her pelvis against me and starts to grind against my leg.

Oh, fuck…

“Leo, are you—Oh, crap!”

The sound of my sister’s voice pulls me out of the pleasure-drunk haze.

Lucy and I break apart, both of us panting like we’ve sprinted a race. I look over at my sister, standing a dozen feet away, her eyes big, her jaw on the floor.

She shakes her head. “I-I’m sorry.”

She spins around and runs off.

“Zoey, wait,” I holler after her, but she keeps walking off.

I start to go after her, but I stop myself and turn back to Lucy. I hesitate for a second, not wanting to be a dick for leaving her.