Page 9 of Don't Puck Up

But then he pulled out. I was adrift, suddenly unmoored.

Chris manhandled me, lifting me onto the daybed like I weighed nothing. “Spread those pretty legs so I can eat out my favorite pussy,” he demanded. “Need to fuck you tonight.”

I did, my legs falling open as the cool breeze from the ocean kissed my skin. He slid his fingers deep inside me, holding them still for a moment. The stretch was magnificent. I arched into his touch, silently begging him to move. I needed everything tonight.

The first swipe of his tongue over my clit made my world go hazy. All my focus was attuned to that small bundle of nerves lighting me up. My pussy clenched hard, and he sucked my clit, lashing his tongue over every sensitive inch of me.

The orgasm hit me out of nowhere. One minute I was moaning, still getting used to his intrusion, and the next I was floating among the stars, my body buzzing and pussy throbbing.

The second one was stronger and lasted even longer. My chest heaved, my nipples tight buds in the evening air. My juices coated my inner thighs and Chris’s chin. But he didn’t slow down until he’d given me a third.

I was mindless with need, overwhelmed in the best kind of way. Our sex life had taken a hit over these past few months—we didn’t sleeptogether anywhere near as much as we had. I definitely wanted that back. I needed it back.

Chris flipped me over onto my hands and knees. “Need to watch my cock sink into your pretty pussy while I finger-fuck your sexy ass. Get you ready for our stranger.”

“Yes,” I moaned. The impossibility of it was sheer temptation. We had to be careful. We had to proceed with caution every time we met someone. There was no way we could ever have a nameless, faceless stranger when Chris was who he was. But the thought of it? Yes, please.

He thrust his dick inside me in one move, bottoming out with his hips pressed against my ass. From this angle, he hit my G-spot dead-on. He slid one hand down to play with my clit, and with the other, he slid a finger in alongside his cock.

I pushed back, riding him, but he pulled free, and I cursed.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he soothed and pressed his thumb against my ass.

I jerked back, need overwhelming me. Chris didn’t hesitate, pushing his finger deep into my ass. He timed his thrusts, fucking me with both his cock and his finger at the same time.

My breasts bounced every time he surged into me. Electricity shot through my veins, connecting my nipples to my clit, my pussy, and my ass. Gooseflesh broke out over my skin even as I was coated in a sheen of sweat.

The tingling started low in my belly, my core tightening and every nerve ending lighting up. “Oh fuck, don’t stop,” I begged him. “Harder.”

He stepped up his thrusts, fucking me hard and fast, his thumb stretching my ass and my clit pinched between two of his fingers.

“I can see him watching us. He’s wearing a glow mask. Has his cock out, jacking off to the way I’m fucking you. He wants this pretty pussy.Should I give it to him? Or should I give him your ass? You want him to fuck you in both holes? Should we tag team each other? Spread your legs and keep going until you can’t take any more?”

I screamed, my orgasm hitting me like a tsunami. My pussy tightened, clenching around Chris’s dick as I hit nirvana and soared, every system in my body going offline as I floated languidly in ecstasy.

Chris moaned from behind me, and he tightened his grip, burying his cock deep inside me and painting my walls with his hot cum. It set off another round of fireworks behind my closed eyelids.

My arms gave out, and the cool material of the daybed cushions brushed against my face and nipples as I fell forward. I moaned, the sensation igniting a wildfire inside me again.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” Chris growled, pumping his hips again. “Love watching my cum overflow from your sweet pussy. Haven’t had enough, have you?”

I shook my head, and he moaned, sliding his softening cock out of me. But before I could even whimper at the loss, his mouth was there, lapping at our combined juices, his fingers tunnelling into my still-clenching channel.

“Come for me again,” he ordered, and my body inexplicably began the climb again.

Chris licked me and fingered me until I was a quivering mess incapable of anything more than nonsensical moans. My ass was hiked up, his face buried between my legs, and I suddenly wished I could see us. I wanted to be watching us like our pretend stranger.

A rustling of leaves sounded close by, and I directed my gaze toward it, yearning to see someone watching us. I let my eyes slip closed instead, and then I screamed when Chris filled me with his dick again. My man’s refractory period was minimal some days—clearly today was one of them.

He fucked me hard and fast, his cum and my juices lubing the way. The noises our bodies made as they slapped together and the slick slide of his cock inside me were lascivious. I imagined that mask—the glowing neon one that Vigilante wore—lighting up right outside our patio, and I cried out, my pussy spasming once more as another orgasm rocketed through me.

Chris groaned his release once more and collapsed forward, pinning me to the daybed. I didn’t care. I couldn’t move anyway. My pussy throbbed from being so well-used, and my body sang. I could fall asleep right here.

I closed my eyes as Chris snuggled in closer to me, neither of us willing to move.

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