Page 70 of Puck
And this was missionary; I didn’t evenlikemissionary.
He moved in me a few more times, and I felt something rising inside me already. I slid my fingers between us, found my clit.
“Yeah, Colbie. Let me watch you touch your pussy.” He leaned back on his knees, pushed my knees up, tucking my feet against his chest so I was opened and splayed apart for him. And like this, oh god . . . I could feel him deeper like this, almost like he was thicker and harder and longer, and his eyes focused on my fingers as I pressed them to my clit. He glided into me slowly and smoothly, so his thrust in was indecipherable from the withdrawal, and my fingers flew around my clit, and I felt tension ratchet up inside me, torsion focused low inside me, heat building, desperation rising, my chest heaving as my breathing went ragged, sending my tits bouncing, and I watched his gaze flit to them as they swayed and swung and bounced, to my fingers, to his cock driving in and out of me. I lifted up for a moment, to watch as his cock vanished inside me, watched in rapt fascination as my pussy swallowed his enormous length.
The orgasm stole over me, starting slow, beginning deep inside me, different entirely from the climaxes he’d given me with his fingers and mouth. Those were sharp and fast and hot; the orgasm that detonated slowly inside me now was something else, slow and expansive and deep and starting dull but gaining strength and heat and sharpness as I neared the crescendo. My hips were bucking and he was holding on to my thighs, just below the bend in my knees, keeping my legs pushed back against my torso, stretching me open, and his amazing cock was driving into me, pushing me higher and higher. I watched him move, watched his body flex, watched those beautiful, massive slabs of hard muscle shift and ripple under his skin, watched his eyes roam my body, and I knew he was devouring me with his gaze, loving the way I looked naked beneath him, my tits bouncing as he fucked me, his hips slapping against my ass, and his eyes met mine, and I gave him all the vulnerability I had in my returned gaze.
“Come for me, Cole.”
Cole. . . Nobody had called me that since my sister died; my eyes watered and my breath caught in my throat, choking me.
He didn’t miss it, and his movement faltered. “Holy shit—Colbie—what’d I say, honey?”
I shook my head, found my voice. “Don’t—don’t you dare stop, Puck Lawson.” My voice shook though.
I wasn’t going to come, or break apart, I was going to shatter.
Puck thrust into me, holding my legs, watching me carefully, and I was too much of a mess to push anything down or block any emotions or take anything back.
I gave in to everything going on inside me, the need to cry, the need to scream with pleasure, the need to reach this precipice with Puck and throw myself over it.
My fingers went wild, and I gasped and felt it slash through me, the beginnings of the orgasm. Tears leaked, and I ignored them, letting them fall unheeded.
Puck released one of my legs, reaching down to brush my tears aside. I caught his hand, nuzzled into his palm, one cheek and then the other, smearing my tears on his skin, and kept my gaze locked brazenly on his with all my crazy, volatile emotions on full display. Gave him the full force of my craziness, to see if he wanted more.
I nuzzled into his palm again, and my heart squeezed as he moved with me, filling me beautifully in thrust after thrust, fucking deep until my breath caught from the aching thrill of him filling me.
“Ohh—oh god, Puck . . . fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming, Puck, Jesus, I’m coming so hard—”
It was exactly what I’d thought it was going to be, a shattering, all-consuming nova of ecstasy centered on our joined bodies. I cried out as I broke, sobbing as it smashed through me in a drowning wave of gutting heat and releasing pressure. I felt the walls of my pussy clamp down on Puck’s cock, gripping so tight he hissed in surprise.
At the peak of my orgasm, while I was shuddering and screaming, I hooked my leg behind Puck’s and pushed on his chest, flipping us over, and he rolled so I was on top. The moment his back hit the pillow, I caught my weight on his chest and draped my hair around his face and slid the tips of my tits against his mouth and sank down on him as slowly as I could.
“Ohh my holy fucking shit, Colbie, Jesus,” he ground out through gritted teeth, breathless. “Holy fuck.”
His sounds of pleasure were muffled then, as I brushed my nipple through his lips, and he latched on, suckling on me until I yelped from the sharpness of his suction and teeth. I lifted up, closing my eyes to focus on the feel of his cock sliding between the lips of my pussy, and then I drove down to sink him into me, and I reveled in that sensation too, taking my time with each thrust, each stroke, whimpering and gasping and moaning because I was still coming. Puck’s hands gripped my hips, and he helped me with my thrusts, lifting me up, tugging me down, and we set a perfect rhythm together. I braced one hand on the center of his chest and slid my other between our bodies and touched myself as we fucked together.
“I love how you touch yourself, Colbie,” he murmured. “I love watching you touch your pussy while I fuck you.”
“I think I’m the one fucking you right now,” I said, bringing my knees beneath me so I could slap my ass down on him, showing him how hard I could fuck him.
He groaned, lost his words as I took him the way I wanted him, harder and harder, my ass crashing against his hips and thighs, his cock driving into me in beautifully hard thrusts, and all he could do was keep up, hold on to my hips and bury his face in my neck.
“Admit it,” I whispered in his ear.
“You’re fucking me,” he rumbled.
“No, not that.” I pressed my forehead to his, and our eyes met and my fingers flew and his cock brought me to another orgasm, and I felt him shuddering beneath me, heard him groaning, felt sweat break out on his body and mine, and I knew he was close too. “Admit that nobody has ever fucked you the way I’m fucking you right now.”
“Never . . . ever . . . fuckingever,” he breathed, gasping, grunting. “And no one ever will.”
I bit his lip and then he smashed his mouth against mine in a bruising kiss, and our tongues found each other, soared and danced.
My lips whispered against his. “When you come, say my name.” I spoke through gritted teeth, because my climax was endless and furious, and I could barely speak past the shuddering, wracking bliss. “Call me Cole, like you did before. Pray to me when you come, Puck.”
“Right now, baby, it’s happening now, and I can’t stop it.”
“Don’t stop it. I’m still coming. Come with me.”