Page 22 of Pucking Good Girl

I try lifting myself up and dropping back down on his shaft until he’s buried to the hilt.

But my favorite thing is keeping him deep inside me and grinding my hips. Especially when I lean slightly forward, my clit gets some friction, and I begin chasing the pleasure that comes with each grind of my hips.

This feels so good that for a second, I forget that I wanted some pointers. “Am I…” my breathing is already labored when I try to ask him. “Am I doing this right?”

“Baby,” his fingers tighten on my hips. “You’re a natural. Best cowgirl I’ve ever met.”

I turn to look at him, half-expecting that teasing smile on his lips. But Macklin looks as serious and focused as when he’s about to take a shot on the ice. “Yeah?”

He nods. “You’re perfect. Every time you move, I have to clench to keep from blowing my load.”

“Isn’t that the whole point of this? Making you come?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want this to be over just yet. Reverse cowgirl is such a favorite because of the show you get when your girl is riding you this way. I wish you could see what I see, baby. Your sexy hips and perfect ass are one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. And the way you move? It’s so graceful and powerful. And I’m so fucking close right now.”

My clit pulses at his praise. “I’m close too, Macklin.”

He sits up.

The movement changes the angle, making me feel even more full than before.

Macklin wraps one arm under my breasts, pressing my back against his front. “Kiss me, baby. I want you to come with me.”

Our lips meet, and his other hand leaves my hip to sneak between my legs.

The second his fingers find my clit, I lose it.

That’s when the first warm spurt of his release begins to fill me.

My body keeps contracting around him while he spills everything he has inside me.

Macklin’s arms are banded around me, and I’m grateful for that. My body is so relaxed that I doubt I’d be able to stay upright without his support.

“Ugh,” he says when the footsteps of someone running up the stairs and their loud laughter echo in the room. “I wish I had an en-suite bathroom. It sounds like everyone decided to stay home tonight. And no one has fixed that stupid lock on the floor’s bathroom. Let’s go together so I can guard the door. It would be nice to shower together, but I don’t want someone to barge in while you’re naked in there.”

“Don’t worry about that,” my fingers are tracing his upper stomach muscles, my head is on his chest and I feel too lazy to move. “We can make do with a towel for now. I’ll shower tomorrow morning.”

Macklin extends one muscular arm, grabbing his discarded t-shirt from the floor. “Is this ok? I’m too comfortable to walk to the linen drawer.”

“Perfect.” I smile, but when I try to take the t-shirt from him, he shakes his head.

“Let me, baby.” He dabs between my thighs with the soft cotton of his t-shirt. “I love taking care of you.”

The room is bathed in darkness, and my boyfriend’s arms are warm and protective.

Today has been a long, eventful day and I’m out cold before he’s even done cleaning me up.

CHAPTER 7

BUTTERFLY EFFECT

Macklin

When I fell asleep with my girl in my arms, ending the night in the Dean’s office was the last thing I expected.

Or maybe I should say beginning the day, since all hell broke loose around four a.m.

By the time Tucker barges into the admin building and reaches the waiting area outside the Dean’s office, the video has already gone viral.