Page 71 of Pucking Good Girl

“It actually feels nice,” Talia reassures him. “It was just surprising, that’s all.”

“Ok. But if you want to stop, I need you to tell me immediately.”

She nods. “I promise.”

I cover her mouth with mine, kissing her with everything I have, until we’re both breathless.

My fingers leave her perfect tits to head down, past the expanse of Talia’s stomach in search of the spot between her legs.

“Macklin,” she moans against my lips when I rub a light circle around her clit.

I increase the pressure, and she kisses me harder. I fucking love how responsive she is. She’s soaking wet.

But I’m no different. It takes one look at her to get my blood flowing south. Even now, despite the mind-blowing orgasm of a few minutes ago, I’m so hard that it hurts. I’m dying to feel Talia’s soft heat around me.

I break the kiss. “Baby, I want you so much.”

“I want you too, Macklin.”

“Then be my hot cowgirl and ride me.”

Talia straddles me the same way she was straddling Becks earlier. My head is close to the footboard of the bed, and she turns to ask Becks for a pillow.

“I don’t want Macklin to hit his head against the footboard. You guys already risk getting a concussion every time you play; I don’t want to increase your chances.”

I can’t help but tease her a little. “How hard do you want to fuck me?”

She hits me with the pillow Becks just passed her. “I’m just being cautious. You’re tall and the footboard is very close to your head. Better safe than sorry.”

I love how thoughtful she always is. Once she’s happy that my head is protected, Talia closes her fingers around the base of my hard shaft and lines herself up with the head of my cock.

She lowers herself onto me, and I have to hold my breath not to embarrass myself and blow my load before we even started.

She’s the warmest, softest, tightest thing I’ve ever felt, and that’s just the physical part of it.

Looking into her eyes while we’re connected causes my pulse to gallop harder than when I’m on a breakaway.

Talia starts moving slowly, looking for the right pace, experimenting with the angle. “Is this ok?”

“Everything you do feels amazing to me, baby. You feel perfect. And the show alone? I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

That was the wrong thing to say. Talia stops moving, her eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

I can feel the tension radiating from her.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Look at me.” I encourage her when her eyes flutter shut. “Am I or Becks hurting you?”

“I’m just massaging the lube around right now. But if that feels bad, I can stop.” My brother offers.

For a few seconds she doesn’t move a muscle. The only thing that tells me that she heard us is that slight crease in her brow. “I’m sorry,” she says, opening her eyes but avoiding my gaze. “I just… I got into my head.”

“About what?” The question comes from Becks and I want to hear her answer, but I think I know what caused her to freeze.

My hunch is confirmed when she finally tells us, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Nothing. You said I looked beautiful, and I pictured myself on top of you. And I thought that my tits are too small, and I didn’t eat much today but sometimes I get bloated if I’m stressed. And then my legs are short, so I know they would look better if I were taller⁠—”

This isn’t the first time I heard Talia express insecurities about her body.