Page 19 of Don't Puck Up
Vigilante paused with his cockhead just past my ring, and I arched my back, trying to pull him in deeper.
His deep chuckle reverberated through me, and his fingers tightened on my cheeks. “Fuck, wish you could see this. Your arse swallowing my cock is so sexy.” His voice sounded wrecked, like he was hanging on by a thread.
I pushed back, burying him deeper inside me. My eyes rolled back in my head. I was stretched wider than I ever imagined I could be. He was hot and hard, and I could feel the throb of his pulse inside me.
“So sexy,” Kam breathed. “God, I’ve never seen anything hotter than you on your knees.”
I sucked in a breath and pressed my forehead against my forearm, my exhale a moan. Every muscle in my body strained as my back bowed, my chest pressed into the sand. I worked my cock slowly. The sensitive skin was stretched tight over my shaft, and every movement of my hand drew me closer to the inevitable.
And, frankly, I didn’t want it to end.
He didn’t let me control the pace for much longer. The moment he was lodged balls deep inside me, Vigilante took over. He withdrew to his cockhead and rolled his hips, sliding back inside in one fluid motion. I shouted out, and he kept his pace relaxed. Fuck his control. I wanted him to lose it. I wanted him to claim me. God, I’d never felt anything like it. Nothing even came close except being buried in Kam’s sweet pussy.
Every time Vigilante thrust forward, he dragged his cock along my P-spot, making my toes tingle and my balls draw up tight.
I wanted to come. But I never wanted this to end.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed. “Harder.”
Kam had her hands on me, her nimble fingers tracing a circle around my hole as Vigilante picked up the pace. He rolled his hips with a fluid motion that I was sure would have had me coming on the spot had I been able to see him. He pushed my cock deeper into my fist. Kam trailed her hand down further, running her slippery fingers over both our sacs.
“Fuuuck,” he moaned, and his hands tightened on my hips.
I knew I would have bruises there tomorrow, and I loved the idea of wearing a reminder of him.
He punched his hips harder, and I shouted out, the tingling spreading from the base of my spine outward in waves. My cock swelled, hardening to the point of pain.
Kam kissed my shoulder, running her tongue down my lat. Her touch lit a fire in me. Being taken like this—hard and dirty—was a rush. Gooseflesh broke out over my sweat-dampened skin as the breeze off the ocean picked up, bringing with it the scent of salt water. The reminder that I was out the open with a masked man’s dick lodged in my ass was like a shot of adrenaline straight to my veins.
My heart rate spiked, and I pushed back, meeting him with every thrust. Vigilante slammed his hips forward, and as his dick connected with my P-spot once more, I gasped, then shouted out, my voice breaking as I roared. He never slowed, riding me hard and fast. Fireworks exploded behind my closed eyelids, and I cried out again.
I could feel Vigilante’s dick swell and then pulse inside me as he unloaded into the condom. I suddenly had the urge to do it without one. I wanted him to paint my walls with his cum, to mark me. His orgasm was never-ending, the throbbing renewing my own every time it lessened.
My arms were like jelly, and I collapsed to the side, landing on my shoulder. My cum-covered hand landed in the sand, and the cooler evening air against my cock was enough to make it twitch. I wanted another go.
Finally, Vigilante pulled out, and I winced at the tenderness. But I wanted him right back there too.
“You’ve got such a pretty pink hole. It’s still open for me, begging for my dick to get back inside you.” I moaned, then cried out as Vigilante ran his finger around my rim and down my perineum whileKam massaged my balls. “Love watching my cum drip out of you. It’s the sexiest sight I've ever seen, boy.”
I hummed, knowing just how sexy that view was, and wished his words were actually true. I knew he was wearing a condom, but the fantasy of him marking me was way hotter than I could have imagined.
“You're gonna feel me tomorrow. With every twinge, I want you to remember how much you loved taking my cock.”
“What's your name?” I croaked.
“Vigilante.”
I felt him shift away from us, then heard the rasp of his zipper being raised. My cheeks flamed, and I was suddenly shy. Kam kissed my shoulder and brushed my long hair off my face.
“See you soon, pretty prey.”
I didn’t need to turn around to know he was gone.
Shifting onto my knees, I eased myself up, then helped Kamirah up too. Her camisole and panties were shredded, but my boxer briefs were still in one piece where I’d kicked them off when I’d gone down onto my knees. I picked them up, shook the sand off, and offered them to her. Kam shrugged and hooked them over her shoulder. She grinned saucily, tossing me a look before she started along the path back to our bure.
It took me longer to get moving, partly because I was about as well-used as it got, but also because I kept looking over my shoulder, wondering whether we’d see that flash of red glowing in the distance through the trees.
Regardless of what happened next, that had been one of the most incredible experiences of my life. I already wanted Vigilante to find us again. But this time I wanted to taste and touch him, to feel those muscles rippling under my palms.