Page 96 of Pucked Together

"I don't know, baby. I guess we'll have to find out if either of us do. So let's start, light. Since this is your first time and all."

The laugh that escapes my girl's lips is golden. I could hear it all day, every day. But she willingly gives me her hands, and I tie the panties tight around her wrists until they're secured together.

"Now, Wildfire. I'm about to go down on you. And I'm not going to stop until you're crying out my name and riding my face."

Izzy gulps again, but this time I think her mouth has gone dry.

"And when you do, baby, I better not see those hands anywhere except right over your head."

I move her arms into position, causing her to relax back into the couch even more.

"Do you understand me, Izzy? They don't move."

She nods her agreement.

"Let me hear you say it, baby."

"Y-Yes," she breathes out. Her chest rising and falling faster than normal.

"And whatever happens, I need you to breathe, Izzy."

She takes in a deep breath and I notice her chest start to slow.

"That's my good girl."

Her lips part slightly, and she relaxes even more as I bring my hands back up to her waist and dip my head below her skirt. I inhale that beautiful scent that drives my entire being crazy. And I open her legs so I can run my tongue over the soft exposed skin there.

She whimpers, and I feel her jump a bit at the sensation, but she sinks in further as I continue to explore her with my tongue.

It doesn't take long until my girl is grinding her hips onto my face, craving more friction, and I just know she must be struggling to keep her hands firmly in place. She whimpers as I ravish her—licking, sucking, and tasting her until she's a wet mess on my face.

Then slowly, ever so slowly, I push into her entrance. Izzy gasps but cries out, "Don't stop."

So I push further into her warmth until my finger is all the way in her. I look up at her writhing above me. "Oh god, please keep going. Please."

And with that, I move in and out of her as I keep my tongue firmly, rhythmically on her clit, running circles over it.

She cries out, "Ryker, I'm so close." She's riding my face harder now, and I don’t stop until she's screaming, her hands coming to my head and holding me in place as she rides out her pleasure.

Her breathing is frantic, but it starts to calm after a moment, and she softens her hold on me. I kiss her center one more time before lifting my head from under her skirt.

"Such a rebel in bed," I remind her.

Her eyes flutter open, and she looks down at me in a panic when she realizes she used her restrained hands.

"How should I punish you for being so bad?" I tease, kissing the inside of each of her thighs.

She laughs nervously, "I might have an idea."

Chapter 30

Izzy

I'm so beyond wet and turned on at this point.

Ryker has me floating on clouds with the way he just made my body convulse with pleasure. And I'm nervous about it, but there's also nothing more that I want than the feel of him inside me.

He looks up at me with playfulness in his eyes.