Page 87 of Puck Your Charity

I smile. "I love you, too."

He reaches down and grabs the hem of my gray t-shirt. He pulls it over my head and tosses it onto the floor. He shucks my leggings and underwear down my legs in one smooth motion.

I lie naked under him. The heat of his gaze makes my skin flush a deep crimson.

Victor slides down my body. He settles his face between my spread thighs.

He wastes zero time. He dives his tongue into my dripping center, drinking my slick with a starving groan. The wet, hot friction sends a jolt of lightning down my spine. I arch my back, my hands gripping the sheets.

He eats me out with a slow, agonizing focus. He swirls his tongue over my swollen clit, teasing the sensitive nerves until my thighs tremble. He uses his large hands to knead my hips, grounding me to the bed while his mouth consumes me.

"Victor, please." My hands thrash against the pillows.

He pulls back, his lips shining with my wetness. Crawling back up my body, his chest heaves with ragged breaths.

He strips his boxer briefs off and kicks them away. His thick cock springs free, standing rigid and leaking pre-come. The engorged knot at the base of his shaft stretches the skin tight.

"My turn." I offer a wicked grin, pushing against his chest.

He lets me roll him over until he lies flat on his back against the quilts. I straddle his hips, moving my weight down his body. I settle between his thick thighs on my stomach. I lean forward, my dark bob falling around my flushed face.

I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, smearing the slick pre-come over the head.

A harsh groan rips from his throat. His hips stutter upward into my hand.

I open my mouth and take him past my lips. I swirl my tongue over the sensitive ridge, sucking him deep. He tastes hot and salty. I fall into a desperate rhythm, bobbing my head while my hand strokes the base of his cock.

Victor twists his fingers into the white sheets. His knuckles turn bone white. I use my other hand to trace the hard lines of his stomach, dipping low to tease his balls.

"Fuck, Olive." His icy eyes blow wide. "I need you."

I pull my mouth away, leaving his shaft shining with my spit. I crawl back up his body and swing a leg over his narrow hips. I straddle his waist, aligning my dripping entrance with the blunt head of his cock.

"Look at me." His gaze holds mine captive.

"I'm looking." My chest rises and falls.

He grips my hips tight. "I want to give you everything. I want to fill you up."

"Do it." I plant my hands on his broad chest for balance.

I sink down. I take his rigid length in one smooth glide. The friction steals all the oxygen from the room. He fills me, stretching my inner walls wide. The thick knot presses against my sensitive opening.

Victor drops his head back against the pillows, a harsh groan tearing from his throat. "You feel incredible."

I set a slow, deep rhythm. I rise on my knees to the very tip and drive back down, burying his length deep inside my heat. The intimacy of the moment overtakes the lust. He watches my face, tracking every expression. I ride him, shifting my angle to hit that spot deep inside me that makes my entire body shudder.

He reaches up and cups my bare breasts, rolling my tight nipples between his thumbs. I lean down and cup his jaw, pulling him up for a messy, wet kiss. Our tongues tangle together. I taste my slick mixed with his desperate hunger.

The pace turns frantic. Sweat coats our skin. The scent of juniper turns intoxicating. My thighs burn from the exertion of riding him.

Victor flips me onto my back, he guides us down onto the mattress. We roll as a unit until we lie facing each other on our sides. He keeps his thick cock buried deep inside my core.

He takes over, but he keeps the pace slow and sweet. He pulls his hips back and drives forward with smooth, shallow thrusts to protect his aching bones. The swollen knot bumps against my opening with every stroke, teasing the tight ring of muscle.

"I need your knot." I gasp for air, resting my forehead against his chest. "Push it in, Victor."

He presses his hips forward with steady, relentless pressure.