Kiss My Putt (Summersweet Island 1)

I want to squeeze my eyes closed the sensations are almost too much to bear, but I can’t take my eyes off of this beautiful man standing between my thighs, my best friend… my everything, gripping me so tightly he’s going to leave bruises. His green eyes are dark with desire as he pants against my mouth, not daring to move even one more inch until he’s sure I’m okay with this, even though I can tell it’s killing him.

“It’s about fucking time,” is all I manage to shakily whisper.

The words are barely past my lips before Palmer’s hips are quickly pulling back, and then he slams his cock inside me in one hard, deep thrust that jerks my body higher up the wall.

“Sweet fucking Christ,” he moans loudly, clenching his teeth when he’s finally inside me, his eyes flaring with uncontrolled need as he pulls his hips back just the tiniest bit then fucks into me roughly again.

“Palmer!” His name whooshes out of me on a strangled cry, the last of my walls with this man crumbling to the ground when I feel him hot, thick, heavy, and pulsing inside me.

His body immediately stills when I say his name, the grip he has on my throat tightening, green eyes boring a hole right through me as he pants, holding himself absolutely motionless inside me while my pussy clenches around him, needing him to move.

This is real. It’s not a dream. It’s not a fantasy. He’s so full and perfect inside me, and oh God, he’s going to ruin me.

“So that’s all it took to get you to say my fucking name,” he growls, making my heart constrict in my chest as I bring one of my hands up to rest on top of the one he still has wrapped around my throat.

It’s so goddamn hot I don’t know how I’m going to survive this, or how I’m ever going to walk by this shed again without getting wet and needing him inside me.

Clutching onto a handful of his hair with my other hand, I yank his face back to mine, finished with all this talking bullshit. As soon as his mouth is on mine again, Palmer’s hips start moving again, his cock starts pounding into me, and everything goes back to being frantic and needy and fast, except the only thing erratically moving right now is the lower half of Palmer’s body.

Pulling his mouth away from mine again, with both of our hands still gripping my throat and our eyes locked on each other, Palmer’s hips piston between my thighs, fucking me roughly against the wall, each thick, deep plunge of his cock inside me making me see stars behind my eyes, incoherent moans and cries for more gasping out of my mouth. The pulsing in my clit that’s been aching and needy since the day he backed me into the bar grows stronger and stronger with each slam of his groin between my thighs.

Our grip on my throat tightens again, and Palmer suddenly dips his face until his mouth is right by my ear, his smooth, thick thrusts never stopping, his knees bending so he can get more leverage and drive up into me deeper.

“Do you have any idea how many nights I’ve jerked off to thoughts of being buried inside you?” he growls in my ear, everything between my legs getting impossibly wetter and slicker and needier hearing him talk to me like this while he takes me against a wall, and there’s no delaying my release any longer.

“Oh God,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes closed as Palmer’s mouth still hovers by my ear, his hot breath panting against the shell as he drives into me. “Palmer… Palmer…”

Every time I say his name, it’s like a bolt of electricity shooting through his body, and his strokes get harder, rougher, his hips spreading my thighs wider as he drives into me over and over, his words in my ear dirtier as he pushes me closer and closer to a release I’m sure I won’t survive. Mumbled words tumble out of my mouth in between pants of his name, pleading and begging, harder, more, don’t stop…

“Christ, your pussy is so tight… so goddamn perfect. Jesus. Fucking hell, Birdie. I can’t….”

As soon as Palmer says my name followed by animalistic grunts and moans against my ear as each of his thrusts become impossibly deeper and more powerful, and I can tell he’s barely holding on, I’m hurtling over the edge, screaming his name as I come.

I cling to him tightly, letting wave after wave of intense pleasure explode out of me as Palmer pumps and bucks his hips wildly and impales me with his cock, my release milking him, the wet, sweaty slapping of our bodies louder than the rain outside. Palmer quickly flies right over the edge with me. He drives in rough and holds himself still, filling me deep and coming hard.