Page 12 of Mother Pucker
“If I’m yours,” I catch my ragged breath and look up into his handsome face. “Then that makes you mine, Erik Nordstrom. That makes all of you mine.”
His eyes are burning into me as I give the head of his cock a wet kiss.
“Even if I’m broken?” Erik asks after a long beat.
His voice is a hushed whisper. There’s a world of emotions in his quiet question— and none of them are good.
I take his hands in mine, bringing them to my mouth and kissing first his palms, and then his fingers.
“These don’t feel broken to me.”
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Payton’s mouth on my fingers is enough to make my cock throb with need all over again. I can already feel myself thickening again.
But it’s her turn now. It should have been hers first, but Payton wanted this, and I’m too far gone to deny her a damn thing. I know I’m broken. My injury means I can’t have her the way I want her. But she’s made it clear she doesn’t care, at least for now.
I’m sure she’ll change her mind eventually, but I’ll take as much of her as I can. Like a drowning man grasping for anything to stay afloat.
I replace my fingers with my mouth on hers. Payton’s kisses are like a smoldering fire— hot and deceptively sweet.
But, like coals bursting into a raging inferno, her lips scald mine from one moment to the next. Her mouth opens for mine, our tongues twining together. Everything with Payton is a fight, a struggle for dominance. Only now, I know how much she enjoys losing.
“Do you have a sentimental attachment to anything you’re wearing?” I ask, breaking our kiss to meet her eyes.
“What?” she asks, brow wrinkling in confusion.
Even confusion looks good on Payton.
My hands move down to her top. It’s in my way.
“I want to rip this off you,” I growl, my grip tightening on her tee. “Is it important to you?”
My patience is holding on by a thread.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t be able to hold back if I was naked,” Payton replies, dodging my question.
Infuriating woman.
“You took the edge off with your mouth,” I grunt as I grasp two handfuls of thin cotton. “Answer me. Now.”
The sharp bark of command in my voice makes her eyes go wide, her teeth sinking into that plump bottom lip once more. I will never be able to look at that full mouth without thinking about how it felt wrapped around my cock again.
Payton Lawson will be the death of me long before I succumb to any injuries.
“Destroy them. Rip them. I’m begging you,” Payton pants, challenge flashing in her dark eyes. “Destroy me, Erik.”
Such a brat.
The muscles in my forearms flex as I slowly tear her shirt down the middle. The sports bra is harder to rip, but not hard enough to stop me. I tear it too, watching with rapt attention as her tits bounce into view.
Bigger than I thought. My mouth waters as my cock surges with renewed need.
“You are beautiful, Payton,” I say simply.
She writhes under my eyes, making her body undulate in ways that hypnotize me.