Page 127 of Risking the Pucking Defense

“What are you going to do with it?”

He shakes his head, dragging his eyes up to mine.

“Whatever you want,” he rasps before dragging his tongue across his bottom lip.

“You want a taste?”

“Like you wouldn’t fucking believe.”

“Go on then.”

“I…uh…”

“I’ll tell you what’s good. What I like.”

He nods before shuffling down the bed until he’s on his front between my legs, then he just stares at me.

Oh Jesus.

“Please,” I whimper. “Touch me, please.”

“You’re drenched,” he points out, more than a little pride in his voice.

“I need you. Please,” I beg.

The smirk that appears on his lips is so fucking erotic I can barely contain myself. My fingers twitch at my sides, desperate to take control of the situation. But I don’t. I don’t want my touch. I want his. I need it.

“I’ll never get used to hearing that,” he confesses before reaching out and dragging a single digit through my folds.

“Hayden,” I gasp, my muscles convulsing with the need to have something inside me.

“Yeah, baby. I’m right here.”

Twisting to the side, he peppers kisses down my thigh, building me higher and higher until my entire body is trembling with need.

He’s nervous, I can see that in his eyes. His confession earlier about not being very experienced is entirely true. But the way he’s teasing me…yeah, he needs to give himself a little more credit. The boy knows exactly what he’s doing.

My fingers sink back into his hair, and he chuckles darkly as I try to drag him closer.

“Desperate little thing, aren’t you, goddess?”

“Need your tongue.”

“Mmm.”

I cry out as he kisses closer, his tongue dragging up that sensitive patch of skin between my thigh and my pussy.

“Yes, please. Hayden.”

My grip on his hair is so tight I’m surprised I haven’t pulled it free.

I’m gasping for air, and he’s barely touched me. When he does, it’s going to be electric.

It’s going to be⁠—

“Hayden,” I cry out when his lips close over my clit and he laps at me like a man starved. “Oh shit. Yes, that’s…fuck, that’s amazing.”

He groans, soaking up my praise before I feel him against my entrance.