Forever Pucked (Pucked 4)

I think he’s going for an orgasms record. I don’t even know if I’ve stopped coming since I started. I throw my head back, but I don’t connect with granite. Instead my head hangs over the edge of the counter. The living room is upside down behind me.

Across the room I can see it’s dark out now. And the windows offer a mirror-like reflection of Alex’s massive, broad shoulders and his head between my legs. Wow, do we ever look hot. This is some seriously intense foreplay we’ve got going on. I glance to the right, where the sliding glass doors provide another version of the view, so of course the orgasm that hasn’t stopped revs right back up. I’m shuddering and moaning and fisting Alex’s hair while I grind all over his face.

He lifts his head and swipes across his mouth with the back of his hand. His chest is heaving, abs tight, expression fierce as he drags me down the counter toward him.

I try words, but all I get are some sounds and maybe part of his name.

His right dimple pops. “What was that?”

I push up on my elbows. It’s not that easy since my body seems to be made of wet noodles. “So many orgasms.”

“You want more?” He slides his hand into his Super MC boxer briefs and pushes the cotton down until his cock pops out. It’s one of my favorite parts of his body.

He really doesn’t need to ask. I think it’s pretty damn obvious with all my scream-coming that I’m more than happy to be on the receiving end of his orgasm gifts. But Alex would like to hear me say it, so I’m going to go ahead and give him what he wants, so he’ll give me what we both want, which is his magical dick inside me.

“Please.”

He’s stroking himself. I can’t decide where I want to look—at his gorgeous face or at his wide palm wrapped around his enormous cock.

“Please what?” He circles the head a few times with his thumb before he reverses the motion.

“I want more orgasms.” I scoot forward. The counter is slippery under my ass, possibly from my excessive coming, possibly from Alex’s sloppy eating.

Alex takes a step closer so his thighs rest against the counter. He taps my clit with the tip of Super MC.

I moan, because really, he’s so hot, and I’m so ready to be fucked.

“You want my cock, baby?”

I shudder and nod. “So bad.”

He keeps his eyes on me while he rubs the head up and down my slit. “You want me to fuck your pussy?”

Jesus. He’s really into the dirty talking today. Not that I’m opposed. I’m not. He just hasn’t been like this in a long time, and I’m surprised at how much I’ve missed this side of him.

“Yes, please.”

Alex palms the back of my neck with the hand that isn’t gripping the Super MC and encourages me to sit up. We both look down as he lines himself up and the head disappears.

He doesn’t give me any more. Instead he pulls out and glides the head back up to circle my clit. I lean in and kiss his chin. His whole face smells like me. We’re both going to need a shower after this, and the island is going to need a hose down.

He lifts his head until his lips touch mine. I cup his face in my hands—they’re shaking, my whole body trembling with anticipation and residual orgasm aftershocks.

“I need you,” I whisper against his vagina-flavored lips.

On the next pass down he goes in a little farther. “How much of me?”

“All of you.” I’m not actually just referring to his Super MC, though I’d be more than happy to hug all of him. I’m referring to the entire package of gorgeous, sexy, NHL-playing, sometimes insecure, sensitive, alpha, polite, and thoughtful man.

Alex must sense this, because his eyes stay on mine as he eases inside, inch by mind-numbingly amazing inch. We both whore-moan. It feels so good to be full of him.

“I love you.” He strokes along the side of my neck.

“I love you back.” I nibble on his bottom lip.

He kisses me. It’s soft and warm, full of all the things I need: love, tenderness, and desire.

Neither of us does any hip shifting. I sit with my legs spread wide, topped up with Super MC, while we make out. Eventually Alex breaks the connection between the lips on our faces.

His nose brushes my cheek, and he breathes me in. “I’m gonna fuck you now, is that okay?”

“So okay.” I flex the beave, hugging his dick tightly.

He chuckles, then grabs my ass with his free hand. We both look down to watch as he eases out. The recessed lights overhead make his cock glisten. I get a glimpse of the ridge, and then he pushes back in.