Page 16 of Don't Puck Up

I spun to see what she was looking at. There was a red glow behind a tree only a few feet in front of us.

Vigilante stepped out from behind it.

“My pretty prey, right here for the taking,” he mused.

His trench coat was parted in the middle, and my eyes were drawn down his ripped torso. He was minus the black T-shirt the character had worn throughout the movie, but if anything, this look added to his sex appeal in spades. That few inch strip of skin hinted at his perfect six-pack and the delicious V that ran between his hips to frame his cock. It also highlighted the bulge between his legs perfectly. The man wasfine.

He flicked open a knife, and Kam screamed.

I reacted without thinking. I needed to protect her.

I charged at him.

I dropped my shoulder.

He moved. His trench coat billowed.

His hand closed around my throat.

He shoved me. My back hit the tree.

My hands instantly went to his arm. I dug my thumbs into his wrist and twisted, trying to dislodge him.

But he didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch.

I kicked out, trying to get away from him.

I didn’t even realize that I’d let go of him. But he moved like lightning.

He had my hands pinned above my head.

I froze, stunned.

I couldn’t see his mouth, but I knew he was smirking. My cock pulsed and precum leaked, leaving a sticky mess in my underwear.

A growl tore from his throat, and he rasped, “Fight me.”

I struggled, wriggling against him and trying to buck him off. I lifted my knee, trying to get him in the nuts.

All at once, he shifted, sending my aim wide, and caught my leg before I could even drop it. His laugh was feral. I bucked against him again, but it was no use. All it did was rub my body against the length of his. He slotted his hips against mine and ground forward. The breath punched out of my lungs. He dragged his erection along mine. He was hard as nails and fucking thick.

“Careful,” he warned.

“Lose the knife,” I gritted out. “Do whatever you want to me, but don’t hurt her.”

“I’m not the one holding it.” He shifted to the side, and then I saw Kam holding it, ready to sink the tip into his kidney. “I was going to cut your sexy wife’s panties off.”

My heart rate doubled, but something inside me clicked. That feeling of safety washed over me again, and instinctively, I knew I could trust his words.

Kamirah looked at me, her eyes narrowed, a strength in them that I’d never seen before. She was prepared to stab him to protect me too. My heart filled, and I wished I could reach out for her.

“I want to make your wife scream my name before I fuck you. But if you’re impatient, I might just change my mind.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I asked without even thinking, my asshole clenching at the thought of being stretched and taken by that monster cock of his.

“It’s both.” He trailed his hand up my hamstring and slipped it under my boxer briefs to circle my hole.

I moaned and leaned into his touch. He pressed his finger into me, stretching my ring around it. I hissed. The lack of lube did not make for an easy slide.