Sincerely, The Puck Bunny (Totally Pucked #2)(22)

She looks at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “I need you to fuck me. I can’t wait another second.” She reaches down and wraps her fist around my cock, guiding me toward her entrance, until my hand replaces hers and I drag the blunt head of my cock through her soaked pussy.

I push into her gently, slightly with just my head, and we both groan in unison. She’s so fucking tight around me I can hardly breathe. It’s like all the air flow to my brain has been cut off by her pussy strangling my cock.

There’s no way I’ll last, not like this. Not with her.

She feels so goddamn incredible that I start reciting the alphabet in my head, willing myself not to burst inside of her without bringing her with me.

I run my hand down her body, gripping her hip in my hand before hitching her leg higher, and sliding inch by inch inside of her until I’m fully seated. Her eyes are squeezed tightly shut, so I give her a moment to adjust to me.

Only when her eyes pop open, and a breathless, delicious sigh escapes her lips, do I flex my hips, pushing deeper inside of her.

“Is this okay?”

She nods vehemently. “More.” The low, hoarse rasp of her voice, laced with arousal reaches inside of me and caresses the part of me that is wild for her. I pull almost completely out of her and slide back in, this time bottoming out. I feel the head of my cock crashing against her cervix with every slap of my hips.

Each time I thrust, she moans so loud I’m sure everyone down the damn hallway can hear us, so I silence her with my mouth. My hands run up her hips, to the peak of her nipples, and I roll one between my thumb and forefinger, before dropping my forehead down to hers and fucking her like she’s a lifeline, and the only way I’ll walk out of this room whole again after being broken for so goddamn long.

“Briggs,” she cries. I can feel her tightening around my cock, sucking me in.

Forehead to forehead, we’re caught in this… moment, that feels so goddamn big the walls around us can’t contain it. It feels powerful. Moving. Life fucking changing.

Something I’ve never experienced with anyone else.

“I know, baby,” I whisper, understanding her cries. I fucking feel it. In my goddamn bones. This connection that I’ve never had before this moment.

I slide my hand down her stomach to her clit and rub quick circles as I fuck her, dragging my cock in and out of her in hard, deep thrusts. I lace our hands together above her head, as her eyes lock on to mine.

"Come for me. Come on my cock, Maddison,” I command her, then drop my hand to her clit, and use my fingers and my cock to bring her over the edge. I can feel her pulsate around me as I rock into her, her nails dragging down my back so deeply I feel the burn, and fuck if it doesn’t make me even harder.

I want to possess her, every inch of her.

“Now, baby,” I coax. Seconds later, we’re falling, and together, we detonate. A bomb with a million different facets, each glistening in the light. Her pussy clenches around me as I thrust deep and erupt inside of her, coming on a roar.

She cries out as her back bows from the bed, her body trembling with what I know is as powerful of an orgasm as mine. My thrusts slow, and gradually, I float back down to earth from the heavens above. We’re both sticky with sweat, as I drop onto the bed beside her, pulling her with me. My cock is still buried inside of her, and it feels so damn good to be inside of her that I want to stay here for the rest of my life if I could.

“Wow,” she mumbles against my skin.

I pull her tighter to me, burying my face in her hair. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”

She laughs, snuggling tighter against me.

That was fucking intense, hands down the best sex of my life.

Intense doesn’t even feel like a strong enough word for whatever just happened, but right now, in the total bliss that I’m feeling, I’m lost for words.

Whatever it was, it felt like… more. Maddison just feels like more.

“Maybe being strangers is a bad thing if we have to miss out on this.” I’m partially teasing, partially not. I want her again; even now, my cock is twitching at the thought of being inside of her.

Her wide, hazel eyes drag up to meet mine and when her tiny hand wraps around my hardening length, and desire flares in the depths, I roll her on top of me and spend the rest of the night having her on every single surface of the room, until finally, she’s laid in my arms and spent. After a few minutes, Maddison goes slack in my arms, and once her breathing evens out, I follow behind her.

I fall asleep with her head on my chest and sleep better than I have in months. Maybe even years. For the first time, the last thing I think before I close my eyes isn’t how badly I hate who I’ve become, like so many days in the past, but a thank you to whoever’s upstairs for this woman who’s made me feel again.

That is until the next morning when I wake up, the bed cold and empty.

I crack my eyes open, the sunlight streaming bright and hot through the sheer curtains and find her gone.

The only thing left in her place…

A messy note that says, “I’m sorry.”

And just like that… the best weekend of my life was over.





Eight





Nine Months later





“Did you get the blanket?” I ask over my shoulder, scanning the pile of clothes and random things on the deep blue rug in front of me.