Page 11 of Pucked Into Position

“I’ve just never…” Her eyes dart away from mine.

“I know.”

I brush my thumb over her heated cheek before letting my gaze travel over her again, slower this time. “You’re beautiful.”

She swallows, and little by little, her arms fall away. She is giving me full access, and I can’t stop my hungry gaze from roaming over her body. When I look at her pussy again, she opens her legs for me.

Fuck.

The trust in that tiny movement hits me harder than it should.

I kneel at the edge of the bed and draw her closer. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Her eyes meet mine. She’s still blushing, still nervous, but there’s something else there now too.

Trust.

“Yes, sir.”

Every coherent thought in my head disappears.

Any restraint I had dissolves when she says sir—I didn’t even know I had a thing for that—and I pull off her panties to devour her.

“Ryan!” she shouts, falling back against the bed.

I swirl my tongue around her sensitive clit and grip her hips, holding her against the bed.

Her thighs shake and I grin.

Flattening my tongue, I run it from her entrance back up, savoring the taste of her. She’s sweeter than I imagined, and the sounds she’s making—ones she’s never made for anyone else—cause my cock to bounce against my thigh, the fabric there creating enough friction to make me leak precum.

I can feel her tensing, she’s close. I add a finger, slowly pumping it in and out of her as she clenches around me.

“Oh god, oh god. Ryan, I think—”

I gently add a second finger, and she falls apart. I continue to lap at her, taking all she can give. She falls limp against the bed, and I carefully remove my fingers.

I get to my feet and stand over her. She looks up at me with her pupils blown below hooded lids, her body limp against the bed as she pants.

Taking the hand she came on, I use her release as lubricant and thrust into my hand.

“I’m close,” I manage, snapping my hips. “Fuck, Lana!” I roar and paint her with ribbons of white. She gasps. I fall forward, bracing myself with my free arm.

I let my head hang, my chest heaving from the intensity of my orgasm.

“Ryan,” Lana whispers.

She’s resting on her elbows, looking at me like I hung the moon. I wait as she bites her lower lip, worried it’s all been too much for her. But she surprises me again, surging up to kiss me.

I tilt my head, deepening the kiss. It’s slower than before, allowing us to explore each other. She makes a surprised noise, probably tasting herself as my tongue plunges into her mouth.

I pull back, and she whines.

“Let me clean you up,” I say softly, reaching to lift her leg and spank her gently.

She gasps in surprise.

“Did you like that?” I quirk a brow. Lana blushes, then hides her face behind her hands.