Page 18 of Don't Puck Up

My cock throbbed. My balls drew up tight.

He held his thumb out to me. “Suck it. Get it nice and wet.”

I didn’t hesitate, needing the contact with him. I sucked on his thumb, then swirled my tongue over it, lubricating him with my saliva.

Then his hand was gone. “Good boy,” he growled. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he then praised Kam. “These thick thighs and luscious ass frame your sweet pussy and this tight. Little. Hole.” He rubbed his thumb over Kam’s asshole. She loved anal, loved being DP’d whether with a dick or a dildo, and loved being fingered as she was being fucked.

Her whimper vibrated up my shaft, and my cock throbbed. I scrambled to grab onto the palm tree again, needing something to hold onto as I desperately tried not to come.

Vigilante kept up his relentless pace, long deep thrusts stretching Kamirah around his hard cock. He rubbed his thumb over her asshole and slipped it inside the second she tilted her hips up in invitation.

His thrusts sped up then, short sharp jabs and hard, fast thrusts that were breath-stealing. With his thumb in her ass and his thick cock in her pussy, he was relentless. Kamirah whimpered. She was so close, but I knew exactly what would push her over.

“Let me lick her clit. I need to taste her coming on your dick.”

He nodded, and Kamirah cried out. I lowered myself onto my knees, ducking under her soft belly and licking a strip over her clit down to his sac. I moaned, their combined flavors sending me into overdrive. I did it again, then sucked her clit into my mouth. I scraped my teeth over it, and she screamed, her whole body locking up as she came.

Vigilante kept fucking her, pushing his cock through the tight muscles in her core as I fondled his balls. He thrust again, and she cried out once more, riding out her orgasm.

He pulled out of her and eased her down until she was lying in the sand.

I watched as he ripped off the used condom, pocketed it, and slid a new one on over his angry dick.

Then he focused on me.

He looked utterly debauched and depraved, his hard cock and heavy balls hanging out of his open jeans and his chest glistening with a sheen of sweat.

I wanted him.

Every nerve ending stood to attention, and he circled his finger, silently telling me to turn over. I sucked in a breath, neediness stealing over me. I couldn’t get to my knees fast enough.

The cool ocean breeze rustled the leaves surrounding us and wrapped around my throbbing dick. I was ass up with my face pressed against my crossed arms, my hole clenching and releasing. I needed him to fill me, to stretch and claim me.

Desperation clawed at me. I’d never wanted anything more. I canted my hips in invitation, and Vigilante let loose a grumbly moan. My hole clenched again, and he rubbed his cock over it. I shivered, anticipation thrumming through me.

“You want me inside your tight little hole, don’t you?” he asked.

I choked out a cry, and Vigilante rubbed his dick on me, relaxing my muscle with the most erotic of massages.

I moaned as he pressed forward back and forth in tiny increments without actually breaching me to stretch my hole around him. I hissed, the lack of lube burning like a motherfucker.

He paused a moment later, and body-warmed liquid hit my crack. A finger followed, then two as he stretched me. With every press of his fingers, he hit my P-spot, and my hips snapped forward. I groaned and reached down to pump my dick.

“Dirty boy,” he crooned, and I cried out when Vigilante added a third finger. The stretch was intense, hurting until it didn’t. I wasn’t a stranger to pain—no hockey player was. But this pain came with the bonus of a tree trunk dick and an orgasm at the end.

My dick was so hard, it could hammer nails. I was cross-eyed with lust. I wanted his dick. I needed to fuck. He hit that magic spot inside me, and I shouted out, climbing toward a mind-blowing orgasm.

“Please,” I begged, not even recognizing my own raspy voice. I needed him to fill me, to shove that dick inside me and fuck me until I couldn’t stand.

“Patience, boy,” he rasped. I didn’t even realize I’d said the words out loud.

Vigilante pumped his fist along his dick, his wet knuckles bumping against my ass. I canted my hips, pushing back against his fingers and riding him. He hit that spot inside me again, and I shouted out once more, teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

“Get inside me. Now,” I gritted out. “Fuck me. Please.”

When Vigilante pulled his fingers free, the emptiness was entirely foreign. I hated it. The muscles in my legs bunched, my ass tightened, and my asshole tried to clench tight around an intrusion that he was infuriatingly withholding from me.

But then he was pushing inside me, and I whimpered, desperate for more.