Sincerely, The Puck Bunny (Totally Pucked #2)(72)

They call it a happy trail for a reason, and suddenly I want my tongue tracing it. Arousal snakes up my body as he undresses in front of me. I can hardly believe that this man is mine.

“Stop looking at me like that, baby,” he rasps. His fingers begin to unhook his belt, letting it fall free just as he pops open the button of his slacks and lowers the zipper.

It’s like a show, just for me, and my thighs clench together in anticipation. Sitting up on my elbows, I tug my bottom lip between my teeth and look up through my lashes. “Like what?”

His eyes darken, heat searing through them. “Like you want to get fucked.”

Those dirty words make me pant with anticipation. I do want that; I want it more than anything. Brazenly, I let my legs fall open slightly, exposing my center that I know is still pulsing from his mouth, and watch as the small thread of resolve he has, snaps.

He drags his pants down his hips, taking his briefs with them, then kicks them aside, standing in front of me completely naked.

My eyes bulge as I see how impossibly thick, and hard, he is, bobbing up at me. The tiniest amount of precum seeping from the tip. How is it possible that I’ve forgotten how big and girthy he is?

“Not gonna lie, babe, this is doing great things for my ego.” His voice breaks through my perusal.

“You got to look at me.” I sit up completely so that I’m eye-level with his cock, staring up at him under my lashes while his chest heaves.

Up and down. Steadily.

“It’s only fair that I get a chance to as well.”

I reach out a trembling hand, and gently brush my fingers along the velvet skin of his cock. When I tenderly wrap my hand around him, he lets out a strangled hiss, immediately dropping his head back, overcome with pleasure.

I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life. Briggs has this raw masculinity about him. He commands attention, without every speaking a word.

The sounds of his groaning send chills down my spine.

I’m intoxicated. Completely drunk on his scent, his touch…him

Bringing my lips to his cock, I trace my tongue along the underside of his thick head as I wrap both my hands around his length.

He bends slightly and tweaks my sensitive nipples between his fingers, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, and I swear… I almost come apart, just from that.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs, “I fucking love it.”

I continue to tease him with my tongue, flattening it against his slit, tasting the salty bead that glistens on it. My lips wrap around his head in an “O” that has him groaning and fisting my hair.

“Baby, as much as I want you to do this every damn day for the rest of my life, I have to be inside you.”

He stops my mouth before I can even start, gently pulling me off of him. Leaning down, his lips seal over mine, kissing me hard, stirring the arousal inside of me until it burns even brighter.

My body feels wound tight after an entire night of touches and silent promises.

Briggs tenderly lays me back on the bed beneath him, and even though I can see the hunger in his eyes, he takes his time.

He doesn’t rush.

“I want to savor this,” he rasps, reading my mind. “You’re finally mine.”

I nod and slide my hands down his chest, to the taut abs of his stomach, raking my nails through the thin strip of hair that has my core tingling in anticipation.

As he settles over me, he brings his lips to my jaw and traces a path to my earlobe then sucks it into his mouth, causing my nails to sink into the muscles of his forearms.

I’m dizzy with need, so much so that the room begins to swim around me. My eyes snap shut as I breathe, trying to calm the quake inside my chest.

“I need you, Briggs, please.”

He lifts his head, his steel eyes capturing mine before he nods, entwining our hands together then lifting them above my head, gently nudging his cock against me. As the slick head slides against my clit, blinding pleasure snakes down my spine.

I feel like I can’t take another moment of teasing; I’m already wound so tightly I’m going to snap.

Releasing one of my hands, he guides his cock to my opening and pushes inside slightly, causing us both to hiss. It shouldn’t feel this good to have him pressing inside of me, to have his thick head stretching me.

Grasping my hips, he thrusts forward gently, handling me so tenderly, like I’ll shatter beneath his touch. Finally, he thrusts deeper, filling me completely, circling his hips to grind against my sensitive clit.

It’s almost too much, the pleasure building inside of me, threatening to detonate at any moment.

“Briggs, oh god,” I cry, as he continues to thrust slowly, and deep inside of me.

His touch is gentle yet possessive.

Sweet yet wicked.

Desperate yet soft.

Much like who he is. Briggs Wilson is nothing like I thought he was, and everything more.

Lifting my leg higher, to hook on his hip, he begins to fuck me.

While it’s still everything I desperately need, it’s rough, and passionate, and intimate in a way that’s only ours.

The way his lips trail along my skin, the grunts that mix with my own moans of pleasure.

He’s an enigma, and I’m hopelessly losing the battle not to fall for him.

Suddenly, he pulls out of me, then flips me onto my stomach, and hauls my hips up to him, grabbing fistfuls of my ass and pulling me back against him.