Page 40 of Pucking Them
Why is she looking serious?
“You know,” Robyn says, carefully, “isn’t the point of this book that the Tin Man had a heart all along? He could love. He didn’t need a fucking authority figure like the Wizard to grant him anything. None of us do. It’s the same with Dad — coach — for D’Angelo, Shay, or me. We find what we need inside ourselves by facing challenges and supporting each other, right?”
“But I didn’t have a Dorothy in college. When the Tin Man was alone, he couldn’t move or speak. He didn’t feel emotions.”
My throat closes up.
It’s too close to how I used to feel, struggling to speak or understand the world.
Robyn reaches to cup my cheek. “You’re not alone now. You’ll never be alone again.”
Then she kisses me, and I don’t need her words to know that she means it; the passion of her touch reassures and awakes me all at once.
I can speak.
Move.
Feel.
I growl into the kiss, reaching for the condom that I bring on these Book Club dates.
After all, it is a Book and a Fuck Club.
I drop my arms around Robyn’s shoulders to drag her close to me. Then I dominantly stand, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
She claws at my back.
Neither of us break the kiss.
It is primal. Desperate.My entire world.
I carry Robyn across the library. She is panting, pulling back to suck on my lower lip, before feathering kisses over my jaw.
Her eyes are wild with desire.
My cock is hard; my balls are aching.
She urgently edges one of her hands between us, pulling up both our t-shirts.
I groan, when Robyn pulls down the front of my underwear, freeing my hot cock. I rip open the condom and drop it to her.
We are both practiced at this.
Are there professional sex events? If there are, then D’Angelo would win. With his training, however, I’m not far from attaining pro status.
Robyn’s small fingers tease at my slit, and I hiss.
Then she slips on the condom.
Robyn would definitely reach the Sex Olympics.
“Robyn.” I press my back against the alcove, never looking away from her beautiful eyes.
She hurriedly pulls aside her panties.
“Now,” she urges, working her own clit.
Instantly, I slam into her pussy in one thrust.
