Page 29 of Don't Puck Up

I slid my hand down to her waist and held her steady as she came down from her high. “Lean against your husband, pretty thing so I can stretch this sexy ass.”

She moaned and leaned forward, pressing her face to Chris’s tattooed chest and canting her ass out for me.

“So sexy,” I breathed, then ran my fingers down her crease. After falling to my knees, I emptied a couple of sachets of lube onto my fingers, and with one hand reached between Kamirah’s legs for Chris’s cock. He shouted out and punched his hips forward, his precum mixing with the lube to ease my strokes.

With the other hand, I circled Kamira’s rim and pressed , entering her slowly. Her body sucked my finger in, the tight heat of her channel making me burn up. She was hot and silky smooth, and my dick was jealous of my own fingers. I wished I could kiss and lick those voluptuous cheeks. I wanted my tongue on her rim and my fingers buried deep inside her. She whimpered nonsensically as I stretched her.

I pumped inside her slowly, teasing her until she was begging for more. She needed it, and I was right there to give it to her. Chris had told me she loved to be DP’d, and a spike of jealousy lodged deep in my chest. Not a single other man apart from Chris was going to touch my woman.

I added another finger, scissoring them to stretch her. She pushed back against me, riding my fingers. Her movements became choppy as I pressed deep inside her. Her breathing picked up, and I felt the pulsing of her pussy.

“You going to come again, sweet thing?” I asked as I added a third finger.

“Fuck,” she panted. “Yes. Fuck. Please. More.Deeper. Harder.”

I obliged, stretching her and upping the speed and strength of my movements.

She cried out, and the muscles in her core contracted, over and over. I stood up while she was still coming on my fingers, and Chris’s cock slapped against his belly as I let go of him. He grunted and through heavily lidded eyes looked to me for direction.

“Lift her up and sit her on your cock so I can fuck our woman’s ass.” With my free hand, I wound her hair around my fist and tugged her head back, exposing her throat to Chris. “Gonna fill you up with our cum until you’re dripping with it.”

Kamirah moaned and I let go of her hair as Chris lifted her, keeping my fingers lodged deep inside her. She was clenching and releasing, and I pumped in and out, prolonging her orgasm. She wrapped her legs around her husband’s waist and arched into my touch. I guided his cock inside her pussy and moaned as I felt every inch of him through the thin barrier of her internal walls. My balls drew up and my cock pulsed. Fuck me, I was already on the edge.

I pulled my fingers free, and Kamirah cried out, “No.”

But I needed a moment, or I’d go off like a fizzer, not impressing anyone. I wanted to make this last—it was going to be a night she’d never forget.

I stepped back to watch Chris lift his wife and lower her back down onto his cock. They were uninhibited, lost in each other and oblivious to the world around them. It stirred something deep inside me. Watching Chris’s cock disappear into Kamirah’s pussy was a fucking turn-on. Knowing her hole was stretched and waiting for me to sink inside was orgasm inducing.

But it was more than that.

I gave up trying to resist her, coated myself in another sachet of lube, then stepped back behind her.

When I rubbed my sheathed cock over her still-open hole, Kamirah’s breath caught, and she pushed back. “Hungry for my dick, aren’t you?” I taunted, pressing forward enough that she could feel the stretch around my cockhead. Chris moaned, and I pressed harder against his dick, frotting with him through her walls.

“Fuck me, please,” she begged breathlessly.

I held her hips and thrust forward slowly, bottoming out in one slow glide. She was tight without Chris inside her, but with him, she was strangling my dick. I was in fucking heaven.

Kamirah cried out, her moans floating over the quiet of the night. Chris grunted, a full-body shiver passing through him as my cock slid against his.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “So good.”

She was tight and hot, silky smooth and perfect under my hands and wrapped around my dick. I never wanted to leave. I wanted to brand them both as mine—tattoo it on their arses if I could—and keep them. Possessiveness roared up inside me, and I gripped her hips firmer, pumping in and out of her faster and harder.

“So tight. Your arse is fucking perfection,” I ground out.

We worked in counterpoint, Chris pulling out and me driving forward. Kamirah’s moans were constant, and the harder and faster we thrust into her, the more vocal she became. I gripped her tighter, leaving what would probably be crescent bruises on her skin, and slammed my hips forward.

She screamed, coming again, and it took everything in me to hold off my own orgasm as her body tightened and released around us. A bead of sweat dripped down her back. Her skin was burning up and oversensitive to the touch.

I was determined to give her another. Fuck knew if I could hold out until then, but I had to try. I gritted my teeth and slowed mythrusts, and if by some unspoken agreement, Chris did the same. I was breathing fast, my chest heaving, my skin sweat-slicked and my dick as hard as granite.

Kamirah rested her head back against my shoulder, and she pressed her lips to the skin of my throat in the very spot that drove me wild. I snapped my hips forward, bottoming out in her, and she sucked on my skin, the tightness and pinch telling me the bruise she was marking me with would match the ones I was leaving on her luscious arse.

“Oh fuck, Kam, he loves it. His dick just got ten times harder,” Chris growled.

I lost it then, the pleasure taking over until I was mindless with lust. I snapped my hips forward, rutting inside her and chasing the orgasm that I’d been on the brink of a moment ago. Everything except Kamirah and Chris faded away until I was so far gone that I could only follow my body’s base commands—fuck hard and fast until I exploded inside our woman. I wanted to paint her with my cum. I wanted to mark her and claim her as ours.