Page 22 of Don't Puck Up
“Someone like me?” Chris asked warily, his hand stilling around Vigilante’s cock.
“Yeah, someone so strong and sexy,” he said, echoing my words. “You fucking light up when you let go. It almost brings me to my knees. Want to worship you in thanks.”
Chris’s shoulders relaxed, and the line between his brows smoothed out.
Vigilante continued, “Be proud of who you are, Chris, because you’re fuckin’ spectacular.”
He moaned and suckled on Vigilante’s cockhead, his tongue coming out to lap the underside as Chris stretched his jaw around Vigilante’s thick shaft. I leaned in and nuzzled his sac, licking the skin there and running my tongue along his dick. Chris pulled off, and I kissed him, Vigilante’s cock between our lips. Our tongues tangled, and I moaned at the taste of Vigilante’s precum. The man was addictive. He tangled his hand in Chris’s hair and then did the same to me, urging us on. It was like flooring the accelerator on a sportscar. I reached for Chris and jacked him as we sucked, licked, and nipped at Vigilante’s beautiful cock.
I took him as deep as I could, my teeth scraping gently as I pulled off, then surged forward again. He hissed, curled his fingers around his shaft, and squeezed tight, pulling from the suction of my mouth.
“Fuck, gonna to come if you keep doing that.” He exhaled heavily and pulled his sac away from his body. “Chris, get on the bed and eat out our sweet little cocksucker until she screams. Hang your ass off the mattress.”
He scrambled up and did exactly what Vigilante instructed, spreading his legs shamelessly, his heels on either side of him. I licked my lips. Damn, he was fine. His whole body was a work of art covered in tattoos and perfectly sculpted from hours in the gym and on the ice every day. The only time he hadn’t worked out was when we were here, but that didn’t stop him waking up at the ass crack of dawn to run laps along the beach.
“Very nice,” Vigilante said. He ran his hands down Chris’s legs and pushed his knees back to his chest, then circled his pucker with thumb. I watched in fascination as Chris’s eyes fluttered closed and he arched his back, pushing his ass into Vigilante’s fingers. His hole clenched and released, almost begging the masked man to get in there. “You know, Kamirah, I’m going to get all up in your ass one day soon too.”
“Don’t make promises you don’t plan on keeping,” I cautioned.
He chuckled. “I never do.” He gestured to Chris’s face and ordered, “Up.”
I straddled my husband’s waist and leaned down to kiss him. When our tongues touched, he moaned, and his hands went to my hips to hold me in place. He nipped my bottom lip and growled, “I’m fucking starving. Get your sweet pussy up here.”
A hard smack landed on my ass, and I cried out, my pussy clenching and a shiver passing through me.
“Oh, would you look at that. I might have found my new obsession. The way your ass jiggles is pure fucking magic.”
I huffed out a laugh and wiggled my ass again. “Watch it when I’m riding his face. You’ll think Jell-O doesn’t wobble enough.”
“Jell-O doesn’t even come close. It doesn’t have my handprint on it.”
Chris tugged me up, and I shifted forward. But he stopped me when he was level with my breasts. He licked around my areola and sucked my nipple into his mouth. His moans sent shocks of sensation through me, and I cried out, then rubbed my pussy along his hard abs, desperate for friction. He bit down, and I moaned, then did it again when he repeated the move on my other breast.
When Chris grunted, I looked over my shoulder to see Vigilante working his cock and sliding two fingers into his ass, stretching him. I’d never get sick of that view. My husband topping another man or woman was hot, but this was next level.
“More,” he gasped, his fingers tightening on my hips.
“Eat out your wife, and I’ll fuck you with three fingers. Make her come, and I’ll do it with my dick.”
“Yesss,” Chris hissed, his head arcing back to expose his strong neck. His tendons were taut, and his jaw clenched as he dragged me up.
The moment my knees were on either side of his shoulders and I’d braced myself on the headboard, Chris tugged me closer and unleashed. One hand stayed possessively on my ass and with the other he slid his fingers along my pussy, spreading my juices. He flicked his tongue over my clit and nipped me with his lips, then lashed me with the flat pad of his tongue again. It was a whirlwind of sensation, the electric charge building inside me overwhelming. He slid his fingers into me, and I moaned, then he curled them and hit my G-spot dead-on. With every pump of his fingers and every suckle of my clit, I charged toward the precipice of a bluff that would drown me in ecstasy when I was thrown off it.
He moaned and dove deeper, sliding his tongue in alongside the fingers he had lodged in my pussy. I cried out, arching my back, and looked over my shoulder.
Vigilante had one of Chris’s knees up against his chest and Chris reached for the other. His ass was lifted straight off the bed, and I watched as Vigilante pushed three fingers deep into Chris, scissoring them and stretching his rim on the way out. Chris’s angry cock was lying untouched against his belly, leaking precum like a faucet. His balls were drawn up tight, and when Vigilante brushed his thumb over them, his shaft bounced like he’d been stuck with a cattle prod.
“Make our sweet woman scream, Chris,” he gritted out through clenched teeth.
I wasn’t sure how it was possible, but Chris stepped up his game, and I was powerless to stop the orgasm from taking me. He tagged my G-spot without mercy and alternated between sucking on and lashing my clit with his tongue. My hips moved without conscious thought on my part, riding his face.
“Fucking perfection,” Vigilante praised.
His words sent a rush of pleasure through me, and I cried out. My core clenched and released, trying to hold Chris’s fingers inside me, and my body throbbed, my nerve endings sizzling and my pulse pounding in my veins. My orgasm went on and on, and Chris didn’t stop, even when my arms were ready to give out.
“Think our boy's ready for me, sweet thing?” Vigilante asked, cutting through my blissed-out haze.
“Yes,” he moaned, the vibration setting off an aftershock in me.