Page 108 of Puck Your Friend

She shivers.

I press my lips to her jaw, down the line of her throat, swiping my tongue across the sensitive skin. She curves her back when my lips touch her chest. I suck her right nipple into my mouth, slowly adding pressure as I hum, before I do the same to her left.

Pulling off her with apop, I catch her gaze. “You’re such a fucking good girl.” It’s no secret she gets off on praise.

I brush a kiss between her breasts. “Thank you for trusting me to tie you up like this.”

Moving back, I kneel at her feet.

Frankie lets out a shuddering exhale. The cuffs rattle against the headboard.

I grab the wand again.

She watches me with wide eyes. Her legs part for me without hesitation and I settle between them. Her dark folds glisten with slick. I ease them apart with my index and middle fingers, revealing her hard and swollen clit; she must be aching.

My gaze returns to hers as I bring the wand up.

I circle the hard silicone head lightly over her outer folds, before pressing it flat against her clit and turning it on low.

Her eyes close as her heels dig into the bed and she lifts her hips to grind more against it, chasing the orgasm she couldn’t get a few moments ago. I give it to her, rubbing it against the bud of nerves. It doesn’t take her long to get back to the edge.

“Yes, right there. Finally!” A long moan leaves her as she climaxes.

I turn it off and let her come down.

When she looks at me, I smile. “For this next one, I want you to stay still for me, no matter how much you want to move, until I say otherwise.” I lay a palm on her knee. “Okay?”

Frankie swallows hard. I wait for her to say red. She doesn’t. Instead, she nods. “I understand.”

Turning it back on, she jerks, but I watch her regain control, keeping her ass planted on the bed.

Her scent curls around me, musky with arousal; I can taste it at the back of my throat.

I reach into the box and grab the smaller purple dildo. It’s around five inches and thinner than what she’s used to. Made of smooth silicone with a soft bulge near the base. I run it through her folds until it’s coated, then press it to her opening.

Her walls flutter against the tip.

I watch the shaft disappear inch by inch up to the bulge. My eyes lift to hers. She bites her lower lip as she stares at me, trying hard to listen. “You can take more, can’t you?”

Pants tear from her throat. The wand’s still on her clit. I push the dildo fully in, stretching her opening. Her thighs quake with the effort to not move.

Her pussy clenches around it. Tugging lightly against the cuffs, she lifts her chest, breath ragged. Her legs twitch with the effort to hold still.

I curl my hand behind her thigh and lift it. “You can meet the thrusts when I push in. You can’t grind.”

Frankie’s breath shakes, but she nods, lips parted.

I pull the dildo halfway out, removing the knot, and press it back in slowly. She moans, lifting to meet the push.

“That’s it.” I keep the knot moving in and out of her, pressing it up into her g-spot. “Keep your rhythm. Let me give it to you.”

With each stroke, her walls tighten. Her pussy tries to pull it deeper. Slick coats my fingers, and every time she lifts to meet the thrust, a quiet sound escapes her throat.

I adjust the angle and increase the tempo. Her head tips back. I grind the vibrations into her clit, giving her the friction she’s chasing.

She chokes out a cry.

I move my arm faster, picking up the pace. “Let go, Gorgeous.”