Page 144 of Pucking Around

“Yes,” I say on a breath, my heart fluttering like a wild bird trapped in a cage. I grin, still riding his fingers as I stroke my fist up and down his length, my thumb swirling at the top of his thick head, gathering his warm precum and spreading it down his shaft. “Enough talking.Doit, Mars. I’ll be so good for you. Show me what you like, and I’ll make all your dreams come true.”

He leans his face closer. “Bend over. Grab your ankles.”

My pussy screams as I turn in his arms. I press my ass against the bulge in his briefs and he growls, smacking my ass cheek hard enough to sting. I gasp, feeling the heat of that slap echoing deep in my core. At the same time, he wraps a hand around my throat and pulls me against him, whispering in my ear. “Do what you’re told, Rakas. Show me how well you bend.”

I smile. This man would die before hurting me. I know I’m safe. I know he’ll respect my limits. And he thrives on using his intuition. I want to see if he can read me as well as he reads the puck. Raising a hand, I tap his wrist. He immediately drops his hand away from my throat, shifting it down to the curve of my hip.

I bend forward, dropping into a yoga pose as I grab my ankles, my bare ass and pussy on full display for him.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, both hands smoothing over the round curves of my ass. “Wider.”

He supports my hips as I adjust my stance. Then he’s dropping his briefs to the floor, fisting himself one-handed before bending his knees and notching his tip at my tight entrance.

“Breathe,” he says, his hands on my hips as he makes a few thrusts, working his huge cock inside my tight pussy, made all the tighter by this angle.

“Oh, please,” I whisper, loving the feel of him pressing in deeper. “More.”

“You want more?” he says, his right hand smoothing over my ass.

“Yes,” I beg.

In an instant I’m crying out as he does two things at once. His left hand grips tight to my hip, holding me still, as he pounds in with his hips, burying his monster cock inches deeper inside me. At the same time, his right hand slaps my ass.Hard. I love this feeling of being so full. I’m getting dizzy from the blood draining to my head.

“Fuck me,” I whimper. “Mars, please—”

And then he unleashes himself. Holding me tight by the hips, he pounds into me, his hips slapping against my ass as my orgasm spirals tight and fast. I’m coming before I can even warn him, my moaned words unintelligible as my pussy grips tight to his dick, pulsing around him.

Abruptly, he’s pulling out, leaving me empty. “Up,” he orders. “Get up.”

I suck in a breath, rising up from my forward bend. Slowly, I turn in his arms. “Mars—”

“Get on the bed,” he orders. “On your back. Spread your legs.”

Curious to keep playing his game, I do as I’m told, crawling onto the bed, and flopping down onto my side before rolling onto my back. As he watches me, I let my legs drop open, exposing my pussy to him once more.

Then he’s crawling up the bed, wasting no time as he drops his mouth onto my clit and sucks. Once he starts mixing in his tongue, I know I’m a goner. I’m fisting the covers, knees bent open as Mars Kinnunen devours me. His beard tickles, but I’m not here to complain. I can’t focus on that when he’s fucking me so good with that powerful tongue. He doesn’t stop until I’m crying out again, legs shaking, body bowing on the bed around his face in a half-curl.

“Oh my god,” I pant, flopping back onto the bed as he lifts his face away. I take a few deep breaths, my whole body humming.

He’s on his elbows between my legs, looking at me like he’s starving. “I’m just getting started, Rakas.”

With a dizzy smile, I stretch out on the bed. “Show me.”

Ilmari growls, crawling up my body to reach my mouth. We kiss, our tongues teasing as I taste my sweetness on his lips. I love the feel of his weight pressed on top of me, my hips cradling him as his thick cock grinds against my bare pussy. I rake my nails down his nape and across his shoulders, as he arches into me.

“Fuck yes,” I pant, shifting my hips under him. “Mars, you feel so good—”

His right hand slips around my thigh to spread me open and then he’s shoving his huge cock back inside me, burying himself to the hilt. I moan, clinging to him as he begins to pump with his hips, hammering me into the bed.

“Don’t stop,” I beg. “God, you’re so deep. Please don’t stop—”

He grunts, dropping his face to the crook of my neck as we move together. My hands hold to his shoulders. I arch back, letting the deep pressure of his fullness bring me back to the edge of ecstasy. Then his hand slips between us and he starts working my clit. “Come again,” he growls.

“I’m so close—”

He pounds into me, shifting his angle by lifting my left leg. “Take me, Rakas. Come all over my cock again. Need to feel it.”

My orgasm spirals tighter. I feel it ready to break like waves crashing on rocks. “I’m right there—”