Page 69 of Puck

“Now?”

I hooked a leg around his hip, nudged the fat, soft, springy head of his beautiful cock into my entrance and worked my hips back and forth slowly until he was inside me. And then I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on, whimpering when his finger penetrated me enough that I was left gasping and shocked at the fullness, becausefuck fuck fuck fuck FUCKhe was huge, stretching my pussy apart and making me ache and burn, unable to move for the throbbing, glowing, burning ache of him inside me, so much more than I’d thought, so much bigger now that he was inside me than he’d felt in my hand.

“Puck. . .” I moaned.

“Okay, sweetheart?”

I bit his earlobe hard enough that he grunted in surprise. “More.”

He flexed his hips and drove fully into me, and I cried out, because I hadn’t had half of his length inside me.NowI was full and beyond full, because he’d used the moment of surprise to slide his finger deeper.

Puck thrust in, then stopped abruptly. “Shit. I’m not wearing a condom.”

“Damn it.” I sagged against him. “I need this, Puck.”

“Me too.”

“I’m covered, and I’m clean, but . . .”

“Me too,” he agreed, “but we can’t take any chances.”

I shook my head. “No.” I ground against him, taking him deeper. “But you feel so fucking good like this.”

He returned my movement, thrusting into me, making me bounce upward. “So fucking good. Too good.”

And then he took two easy steps forward and tilted toward the bed, bending over, depositing me on my back, kissing me as he pulled out of me completely.

I actually whimpered at the loss of him. “Come back, Puck.”

He ripped open the drawers of the nightstand tables on both sides slamming them closed as he found nothing. Then to the bathroom, and god he was hot, his ass hard and taut. Drawers, cabinets, rifling, cursing. Then one last cabinet, and a triumphant shout.

“Thank fuck!” He stood in the doorway with a box of condoms, unopened.

My eyes latched onto his dick as he swaggered back into the bedroom from the bathroom. It was such a lovely organ, thick and hard, long, straight, glistening. Bulbous head, taut heavy balls, a shaft I couldn’t wait to get my hands around, couldn’t wait to feel inside me again. He ripped open the box and set it aside, tore a square packet free and tossed the rest of the string on the bedside table next to the box. I grabbed his cock and plunged my fists around him, stroking him from root to tip eagerly as he tore the packet open with his teeth.

I snatched the condom from him, held his cock in one hand and rolled the latex on with the other. When he was covered, I rolled to my back on the bed, not letting go of his shaft, pulling him with me.

He was levered over me, brown eyes on mine, palms in the pillow beside my ears, arms like pillars on either side of me. I guided him to me, not taking my eyes off his. Mine went wide as I was split open by him, my mouth locked in a breathless moue, brows drawn. I felt every glorious inch of him as he slid into me, felt the incredible, electric rippling perfection of his cock as it glided into me, and fuck, oh god, so much. I couldn’t breathe for how he felt inside me. I spread my legs apart, and he pushed as deep as he could go, and I found my breath enough to gasp in rapture when his hips bumped against mine, his balls slapping against my taint as he buried fully inside me. He focused his weight on one arm and palmed my breast, purely for his own pleasure, and yet the feel of his rough, calloused, strong hand on my tit scraping my nipple was so delicious I shuddered, and then he bent and claimed my mouth, and I rolled my hips, because I needed more, more.

“Oh fuck, Puck, please.” I clutched his ass and pulled at him, tugging him closer to me.

He gave me exactly what I wanted, movement, his huge, perfect dick pulling out and stretching me as it slid, and then just the plump head was left in me, and he hesitated, teasing, grinning down at me. He teased me, nudging not all the way in, backing off when I flexed to beg for his length inside me.

“Don’t tease me, Puck.”

“No?” He laughed. “It’s so fun, though.”

He apparently needed to learn that just because I was on bottom didn’t mean I was helpless. I reached between us, cupped his balls in my hand, massaging them, and then slid my two middle fingers toward his taint, and with my other hand clutched his shaft. Stroked him over the condom, cradling his balls, teasing his taint. He moaned then laughed.

“Fine, fine.” He bent and nipped my upper lip sharply. “No more teasing.”

I released him, and he pushed into me, and I moaned as he filled me. “Oh god, Puck. Puck.” I gripped his ass in both hands and held on, urging him to move faster, to give me more. “How do you feel so fucking amazing?”

It was like whatever I might have felt before with anyone else had ceased to exist in my memory. There was nothing else, no one else. Size, strength, build, looks; it wasn’t because of any one of those things. It was something I didn’t have any explanation for, he just felt better.Wasbetter, in ever way.

“I dunno, Colbie, but you . . . Jesus, babe. You areit.”

I matched his movements, meeting him thrust for thrust, both of us going slow, not willing to rush this. “I feel like . . . I don’t know how to explain it. Like I was doing it wrong my whole life. Or like everything else, everyoneelse is just . . . a pathetic imitation.”