I Pucking Love You (The Copper Valley Thrusters #5) - Pippa Grant Page 0,73

he’s doing with my body.

Every lick is heaven. When he sucks on my clit, I see stars. I’m gasping his name. Probably a few other things too. I can’t actually hear myself.

Everything is shut down except my pleasure centers, and they’re lit up brighter than the sun, concentrated between my legs, where everything inside me is coiling so tight that I’m almost in physical pain.

“C’mon, Muffy,” he whispers to my clit, his breath landing on my exposed, swollen skin like the flutter of a butterfly wing. “Come for me. Let go. Come for me, baby.”

He grazes me with his teeth, and I shatter.

I think I scream his name.

My hips are bucking out of control, my thighs straining while the most powerful orgasm of my life rips through me.

I think I’m levitating.

And he’s still eating my pussy, coaxing my exposed nerves higher and harder as the waves of pleasure crash and crescendo in my core.

I can’t feel my feet.

I don’t know my name.

I don’t even know what a name is.

I’m one with the universe, and I’m holding the entire universe in my pussy all at the same time.

I am the Big Bang.

I am love. I am fear. I am religion.

I am the goddess of every orgasm to ever exist.

I am clearly hallucinating, but oh my god, this is—this orgasm is the supreme, ultimate pinnacle of human existence.

“Oh my god, am I dead?” I gasp as my body settles into soft aftershocks.

Tyler presses a soft kiss to my very center, then to each of my thighs. “Yes.”

“Good. That is definitely how I wanted to die.”

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Tyler

Once again, my dick hurts so bad that I wonder if it’s possible to break it from overextension, but honestly?

I wouldn’t care.

I’m laying with my head on Muffy’s belly, her taste on my lips, inhaling her spicy scent, while she runs her fingers through my hair.

And I don’t think she realizes she’s doing it.

“Is it normal to see the Milky Way when you come?” she asks.

“The candy bar or the galaxy?”

“The galaxy made up of the candy bars.”

“Maybe. I see planets made of pizza when I come.”

Her breath is evening out, and my head bounces on her stomach when she laughs. “What kind of pizza?”

“Chicago deep dish. Pepperoni, sausage, olives, mushrooms, and banana peppers, with extra cheese.”

“Oh my god. I think I just drooled. Can we get one of those now? Oh my god. It’s like sex is marijuana. It gives me the munchies.”

I chuckle and kiss her soft skin. God, I love her.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

What the fuckity fuck?

“I should offer to munch on you but I can’t move,” she says. “Can I offer to munch on you when I can move again? I’ve watched YouTube videos. I know what I’m supposed to…”

She trails off with a yawn, and a moment later, a soft snore escapes her lips.

Her hand slides off my head and flops to the bed.

Yep.

She’s out cold.

I should move. My legs are hanging off the bottom of the bed. The cat’s climbing onto my ass. I need to rub out this boner.

Convince myself I’m confusing oral sex with love and that Muffy’s simply a good friend.

But I don’t want to do any of that.

I want to stay right here. With her belly as my pillow and her breathing as my music, knowing I’m the only man whose name she’s ever screamed, the only man to ever make her come.

Rufus kneads my ass, his claws digging through my jeans, and he hits the spot over my tailbone where Muffy clocked me with the door this morning.

Jesus.

That was this morning.

Maybe that’s why I don’t want to move.

Long day.

But that’s not it.

That’s not it at all.

Truth?

I just want to be with Muffy.

It’s all I’ve wanted from the first time I noticed her hanging out at Chester Green’s.

Her kind of special speaks to something buried deep inside me that I haven’t let out in years.

Rufus hits my bruise again, and I lift my head to glare at him.

He makes eye contact with me, misses my butt with his next attempt at kneading, and falls off me.

Muffy mumbles something about snowplows and chicken feathers, then shivers.

She’s completely naked except for her socks, her skin whisker-burned where I kissed her, goosebumps popping up in patches. I push off the bed, and she instantly rolls to her side, curling in, shivering.

It’s not normal to want to take care of someone else as much as I want to take care of Muffy.

But grabbing a blanket and draping it over her doesn’t feel like an