Cocky Mother Pucker – Sarah Smith

A few people whistle at us. Someone yells, “Hell yeah, homecoming king and queen!” I flash a thumbs-up as we walk in the direction of her apartment. “Hey. You know what we should do when we get to my place, sexy man?” “What’s that?” “Make out.” I chuckle. “No way. You’re too drunk.” She sticks her bottom lip out and pouts. I almost go “aww,” it’s so damn adorable.

I brush a chunk of her sandy blonde hair out of her face. “It’s okay, wild girl. There’s gonna be plenty of time for us to make out later. But first, let’s get you home and in bed.” Twenty-minutes later, we’re at her apartment building. I grab her key fob out of her small red purse and open the door. She tries to climb the stairs but trips. I catch her. “Here, this’ll be easier.” I scoop her up in my arms and carry her up the stairs.

She leans her head on my chest and closes her eyes. She lets out a soft hum. “This is nice, being carried by you. You should carry me all the time.” I laugh. I reach the second floor and walk to her apartment door. “I gotta put you down so I can unlock the door and take you inside.” She frowns in her sleep, then yawns. “Okay. I set her down on her feet, unlock the door, and open it.

I flip on the light, then I scoop her up again and walk inside. I smile at how neat and organized her apartment is. There’s a TV in the living room, along with a small white couch, a gold coffee table, and a big cream rug on the hardwood floor. A bunch of bookshelves filled with tons of books line the far wall. Her kitchen is small and neat with a slim white table for two against the wall and a red Dutch oven on the stove.

I carry her to her bedroom, flip on the light, and set her gently on the bed. She lies back immediately, eyes still closed. I kneel on the floor and take off her heels, then she curls into the fetal position. “So cold,” she murmurs. I grab the fluffy white comforter and pull it over her, tucking it over her body. Then I kiss her forehead. “Get some sleep, wild girl.” I stand up and turn off the light, then walk out of the room.

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Poppy 30. Poppy 31. Nick 32. Nick 33. Poppy 34. Poppy 35. Nick 36. Nick 37. Poppy 38. Poppy 39. Nick 40. Nick 41. Nick 42. Nick 43. Poppy 44. Poppy 45. Nick 46. Poppy 47. Poppy 48. Poppy 49. Nick 50. Poppy 51. Nick 52. Nick 53. Poppy 54. Poppy 55. Nick Epilogue Excerpt from Grumpy Mother Pucker Also by Sarah Smith Acknowledgments About the Author 1kitap1.com/en S Chapter 1 Nick omeone’s hand is on my dick.

I peel one eye open and stifle a yawn, relieved to see the pretty brunette sleeping next to me. Slowly, I reach my arm up and stretch, groaning softly as I try to remember her name. It’s something unique. Like, Aspen or Ainsley. Maybe Addison? Oddly enough, this isn’t the first time I’ve woken up with a stranger’s hand around my cock.

I think back to last season when my teammates and I went out to celebrate after beating Boston State at the College Winter Classic for men’s hockey. I drank my weight in tequila, blacked out, and woke up on the floor of my hotel bathroom with Boston State mascot’s giant fuzzy hand around my cock.

So this is definitely a step up from that.

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