Page 64 of Her Puck Daddies

Spandex’s grip tightens, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. "Such a sweet, obedient little thing… Now ride me,” he orders.

She grinds against him, moaning with every slow, deliberate sway of her hips. Once she finds her rhythm, she switches it up, lifting herself and bouncing on his cock instead, her movements growing hungrier, more desperate.

Spandex releases his grip on her hip, letting her take control, watching her work for it. But the second he sees her cresting that edge, he presses a finger to her clit, circling that swollen, needy nub with precise, teasing strokes.

Within seconds, she’s humping him harder, chasing that high, and I step in to brace her foot, keeping her steady as her body winds tight.

It doesn’t take long before she shatters, her juices spilling down his cock, soaking him as she moans through her release. Spandex holds her right there, riding out every last aftershock, his hands gripping her waist tight.

Butthe moment her body stills, he takes over.

His fingers dig into her flesh, and he starts lifting her up and down, using her like his own personal fuck toy. His hips pound upward, relentless, vibrating beneath her as he takes what he needs.

Her tits bounce spectacularly, and without hesitation, he grabs one in his mouth, biting down on her nipple just enough to make her gasp.

That’s all it takes. With a low, guttural groan, Spandex’s whole body shakes with his release. And finally, he’s spent, breathless, satisfied.

We move in, helping lift Hottie off him, her body still trembling, blissed out.

Doggie grabs his shirt, sopping up the slick mess between her thighs, before gently turning her over, his touch firmer this time, filled with intent. "I want you again, Ava."

“Have me, then.”

Grabbing a second condom, he suits up before positioning himself over her, lowering his body until they’re chest to chest, Missionary style. This time, I step in to make sure he doesn’t pound into her ankle. But his fingers weave into her hair, anchoring her to him, and he gently slides into her, staring into her eyes as if we’re not in the room with them.

This isn’t the cap I know. This is something entirely different. Tender. Intimate. The way he gazes at her feels like an unspoken confession. I can’t look away, especially when he leans in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispers something I can’t make out.

“Really?” she asks, and I’m more curious to know what it is now than ever.

“Yes,” he tells her. “Come whenever you want.”

His movements are smooth and unhurried. This isn’t rutting—it’s something closer to lovemaking, and the realization shocks the hell out of me. Cap, of all people, making love? As crazy as that sounds, the way her body arches beneath him, the way her hands clutch at his back, says she feels it, too.

When her orgasm crashes over her, it’s so powerful she trembles, her cries filling the air like a symphony of pure ecstasy. And his reaction is just as intense—his head falls into her neck, his back arching with pleasure as he follows her over the edge.

I’m shocked, frozen in place by the intimacy of what I just watched. But right alongside the shock is a new feeling of blistering need, so strong it’s damn near unbearable. I’m turned on, way the fuck on, and as cap rolls off her, I move in, drawn to her like I don’t even have a choice.

“Another turn?” I ask simply.

She looks up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips curling into a knowing, smile. “Another turn.”

Burying myself in her pussy feels even better than when she swallowed me. But there’s something different about this, something that goes beyond just fucking.

Her touch, her warmth, it’s like she’s pulling me in, tethering me to her in ways I didn’t expect. It’s not just about getting off. It’s about her. Us.

The way she moves with me, her body in sync with mine, mirroring every need, makes it clear that this isn’t just lust. It’s something deeper. And when her walls pulse around my cock, something inside me wakes up, dragging me into my own release. I stay there for a while, letting the moment sink in, before leaning down and kissing her—slow, tender, full of everything this night has meant.

And that’s when it hits me.

I don’t just want this.

I want her.

But, I just might not be capable of getting enough.

Chapter 22

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