Page 68 of Puck

Puck caught me. “I made you come so hard you can’t walk,” he said, letting his hands roam. “And you’ve been unconscious for almost a full minute.”

I held on to him, let him hold me upright. “No kidding. That was more intense than all the orgasms I’ve had in my life combined.” I bit his lower lip between my teeth, sucked it into my mouth, and then kissed him, tasting my essence on his lips, on his breath, on his tongue. I moaned at the taste of my pussy on his breath, and he moaned back as his hands cupped my ass.

“Jesus, this ass.”

“Mmm-hmm?” I moaned, making it a question.

I was too busy to actually ask the question, since my mouth was otherwise occupied on his throat, his cheek, his ear.

“God yeah,” he breathed. “The things I want to do to your ass, Colbie.”

I found my feet, and my legs finally decided to hold me, which thank god left my hands free, since I didn’t need to hold on to Puck for balance. I used this to great benefit, clutching at the broad, hard curves of his body, the bulging muscles. Chest, arms, abs . . . so much muscle, so hard, so beautiful, so much to touch, and I touched it all, humming in pleasure as I slowly, unhurriedly found my way downward.

“What do you want to do my ass, Puck?” I found the button of his fly, and popped it open. “Tell me.”

“Once you free that beast, babe, foreplay is over,” Puck warned.

I lowered the zipper and grabbed the waist of the jeans to shove them down, using my foot to press them against the floor, and he stepped out of them. His boxer-briefs I took more time with, toying with him. Running my finger around the elastic waistband. Tugging it away so his cock sprung upward, then letting the elastic snap back into place, but he was so huge and so hard the tip peeked up over the band. I rubbed the tip with my finger, teasing him.

“That’s the plan,” I murmured. “Now, you never answered. I want to know your plans for my ass.”

He palmed the bubble in question, squeezing and kneading and cupping and caressing. “God, everything.”

“You want to fuck me there?” I breathed.

“Eventually.”

“Then what else?”

“I want to scrub you clean in the shower, and then get on my knees and kiss every beautiful inch.” He lifted the globes and pulled them apart, then let them fall, bouncing. “Then I’ll lick you until you beg me to put something inside you.”

“Something like what?”

He traced a finger over the crack, teasing. “Like this.”

I leaned forward, against him, pressing my lips to his ear. “Say please, Puck.” I tugged his underwear down, and he stepped out of them, and I curled my hand around his huge, erect length. “You never know what I might let you do unless you ask.”

He stroked that seam again, and I nuzzled my face into the side of his neck, stroking his cock slowly. I shifted my feet apart, pressing my body against his.

“Can I put my finger in your ass, Colbie? Please?” His voice was low and rough.

I bit him on the side of the neck. “Do it.” I squeezed his cock as I spoke, jerking him roughly.

“Jesus, Colbie.”

“Just a little.”

I held on to his scalp with one hand, his cock with the other, and kept my face buried in his neck, leaning forward to offer him access. He palmed my ass cheek, held it for a long moment, and then I felt him lift his hand to his mouth. His nose sank into my hair and he inhaled deeply, and one hand tugged my cheek aside, and the other pressed against me. I felt wet warmth, and then pressure. I moaned at the sensation, alien and somehow pleasurable.

“Never . . . oh—ohgod . . . I’ve never let anyone . . .” I breathed. “Until you. Until now.”

“Never?”

“No, never.” I stroked him again, slowly, gently, and then held on to him as he wiggled his fingertip against me. “Never trusted anyone like I do you.”

He palmed my face and turned me toward him, and he kissed me. And as his tongue tangled with mine, his hand left my face and traveled south, between us. Found my slit, drifted in. Teased the seam and then found my clit, slathered in my own juices. I groaned as he filled all of my senses, his mouth on mine, his finger wiggling deeper and deeper inside me in that place no one had ever touched.

I batted his hand away from my pussy, lifting up on my toes and tilting his cock toward me. “This—I needthis.”