Page 76 of Her Puck Daddies
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I had to,” she whimpers.
“You know what happens now, right?” he warns.
“I have to be punished.”
“That’s right. And you’re going to take it like a good girl, right?” Levi whispers as he gathers her hair in his fist.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Then open that dirty little mouth for me,” Levi commands.
As soon as she obeys, he snaps his cock all the way to the back of her throat, spilling his seed into her waiting mouth. He tightens his grip on her hair and holds her head in place. She doesn’t gag or pull back. She swallows him whole, willingly, her eyes locked onto his, dark and dripping with sinful delight, begging for more.
When he finally lets go and pulls back, a thick drop of his cum dribbles down the corner of her mouth. Instead of wiping it away, she drags a finger along her lips, collecting every trace, then slips it between her lips, sucking slowly, deliberately, before flashing him a wicked, satisfied smile.
“Just like a greedy little pet,” Sven says, as he watches, stroking.
Fuck. This couldn’t get any better. Every nerve in my body is on fire, the heat of her wrapped around me pushing me closer to the edge. But I hold back. Not yet.
Levi steps back, dragging his chair with him, and shares a knowing nod with Sven. Without hesitation, Sven gives him the vibrator and slides beneath our hottie, positioning himself between our legs. I slow my thrusts, gripping her hips as he guides Ava’s slick pussy down onto his cock.
She gasps, her nails digging into his chest as the sensation overtakes her. The stretch, the fullness, she takes it all, shuddering as Sven sets a deep, hard rhythm from below. I grit my teeth and thrust into her ass again, the tightness and pressure so goddamn intense. Together, we work her in perfect sync, each stroke sending Ava spiraling into a pleasure-soaked abyss.
The sharp slap of skin against skin fills the room, a filthy symphony of moans, growls, and ragged breaths. She's completely at our mercy, surrendering to every motion, every push, her body trembling as we drive her higher and higher. And fuck, she’s perfect—every desperate cry, every quiver of her muscles, every wild, reckless gasp making it impossible for me to hold on much longer.
It doesn’t take long before the second wave crashes over her, her body trembling, muscles tightening as she shatters, pleasure wracking her in uncontrollable waves. Cap and I don’t stop. We push her through it, riding her climax with her, pushing her beyond.
“That’s it,” Sven growls, his grip on her tightening. “Let me feel you drip all over my cock.” His thighs flex beneath us as Ava’s wetness coats him, her body jerking wildly around him. He lets out a deep, guttural groan as he pushes all the way home, his climax overtaking him.
“Fuckin' hell,” I grind out, my control slipping as Ava moans, her cries raw and strained. With one final thrust, I bury myself to the hilt, and my own orgasm rips through me. My knees nearly give out as I empty deep inside her, the intensity leaving me exhausted. I collapse beside them, my pulse still hammering, my body spent.
But before Ava can fully sink into the haze of satisfaction, Levi steps forward from the shadows where he’s been watching, waiting. And judging by the hunger in his eyes, he’s just getting started.
“I’m not done with you yet, little pet.” Levi’s voice is gruff, every syllable thick with devilish promises. His gaze rakes over her body as he scoops her up effortlessly, cradling her against his chest. His fingers trail down her spine, teasing. She’s still trembling, body flushed and spent, but the way she clings to him tells us she’s ready for more.
He carries her to bed, laying her down slowly, his weight settling beside her. His thumb brushes over her swollen lips, coaxing them apart before he leans down, capturing them in a kiss that’s both tender and claiming.
“Are you ready for the last round?” he rasps, eyes dark with intent.
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes calmly.
A wicked smile tugs at his mouth as he reaches for the nightstand. “Good,” he purrs. “I’m putting the blindfold back on.”
He slides the silk over her eyes and gets up to grab the candle and matches. “Spread your thighs wide open for me, Hottie. You’re going to feel something new, so I want you to remember your safe word. Understand?”
She nods. “Yes.”
Sven and I rise from the floor, positioning ourselves on either side of the bed, our hands gliding over Ava’s body. Her breath stutters, coming in short, needy gasps, her body shivering beneath our touch.
Levi’s lips curl into a slow, wicked smirk as he tilts the candle, holding it just over her stomach. A single drop of molten wax spills free, landing just below her belly button.
She gasps sharply, her muscles tensing at the sensation, caught between pleasure and the delicious bite of heat. Her fingers twitch, instinctively reaching for the spot where the wax landed, but cap is faster. He catches her wrists, pinning them above her head with a firm grip, keeping her restrained.
"You’re not allowed to touch yourself," Sven warns.
I lean in, my lips latching onto her nipple, sucking slowly as my finger traces the wax-marked skin, feeling her body melt into my touch.
Levi watches her closely, his grin widening as he tilts the candle again, letting another drop of wax fall, this time between her breasts. She arches into the sensation, moaning, her fingers tightening under Sven’s hands.