Page 137 of Pucking Sweet

“Yours,” she echoes dreamily. “God, baby, you fuck me so good.”

I’m losing control of my patience. I need to touch her. I need her saying those words tome. Need to feel her beneath me, trembling as she takes my cock one greedy little inch at a time.

“Get up,” Lukas growls. “Hands and knees. I’m not done with you.”

She rolls herself over. From this new angle on the bed, she’s looking right at me. Fuck me, her pretty blue eyes are alight with lust. She looks drunk with it, high on sex like some woodland nymph who sees visions of her god only through physical communion. She holds my gaze as Lukas gets in position behind her. Then they’re both looking at me, and I’m frozen to this goddamn chair. They keep their eyes on me, their expressions heating with desperation as he slides into her tight cunt.

“Oh, my fucking god,” he groans, his eyes shutting.

“What’s wrong?” she pants, glancing over her shoulder.

He shakes his head, not moving. All the muscles across his chest and down his arms are tight. “I’ve never taken a woman bare before,” he admits. “I’m just—Poppy, you feel so fucking good. This wet silk, this raw fucking heat. Baby—I’m sorry, I’m not gonna last.”

“Then don’t,” she urges, pushing back against him. “Lukas,please, fuck me. I’ve missed you inside me. I need your cum. I want it. Please—ah!” She cries out, her back arching as he slams in to the hilt, burying his dick inside my girl with no rubber in his way.

I know exactly what she feels like. I dream of it. I know how perfectly she squeezes a dick, how she trembles. I have to have her. I have to get my taste. My balls ache, heavy and warm between my thighs as I tug my briefs down. I pull out my dick, wrapping my fist around it. I smear my precum around my head, groaning with need as Lukas starts to move inside her.

Poppy grips to the comforter, shoulders down, meeting him thrust for thrust. Lukas holds onto her hips as he pounds into her, riding her closer toward the edge of another orgasm. I rise from the chair, and her gaze sweeps down my body, landing on my hand stroking my dick. She smiles, lost to her lust. “Is that for me?”

“It’s all for you,” I reply, speaking my presence into the room. We all know I never left, but speaking makes me take up new space.

Lukas has all his attention on her as his rhythm starts to stutter. Fuck, he’s gonna come inside her. Leaping into action, I cross over to the bed and grab her under the arms, pulling her right out from under him. “No—fuck,” he shouts, glaring at me like he’s going to tear off my fucking head.

I crow with power and Poppy cries out. Her arms go around my neck as I hoist her up my body, my hands wrapping under her thighs. I press her against the post of the bed, finding her center with the tip of my dick. Holding her gaze, I sink in.

“Oh god, oh god,” she cries, her pussy pulsing around me as I press in deeper. She fits me like a fucking glove. The squeeze is so tight as she fights to relax around my girth.

This is heaven. She clings to me, giving me her body, claiming my lips in a kiss as she begins to move on her own, desperate to take all of my dick. Holding her in my arms, I move her off the bed post and over to the dresser. I set her down on top of the white lace doily and begin to piston my hips into her, taking her all the way to the hilt.

Her nails grip my shoulders as she shifts her hips forward, her heels digging into my ass. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she pants.

We rattle the dresser against the wall as I barrel toward the edge of my own release. I have to fill her. I need my girl full up of me,dripping with my cum. Only then can Lukas have her back. He can come anywhere he wants—her mouth, her cunt, her tight little ass. But he’ll come after me.

“God, help me,” she cries out, her rhythm hitching.

Reaching up, I wrap a hand around her throat, applying careful pressure. She gasps, her eyes flashing with desperation as I slam my hips against hers. “Come on this dick, Poppy. Lukas can have you when I’m finished. Our good girl is gonna take all our cum. You want it?”

“I want it,” she whimpers, arching her neck to offer more for me to squeeze. God, she’s fucking cosmic.

“You want me dripping out of you when Lukas slides back in? You want to be our filthy, cum-filled whore?”

“I’m yours,” she chants. “Yours—god—fucking fill me.”

“Such a dirty fucking mouth when you’re getting fucked,” I tease, slapping her tit. She squeals, rocking her hips harder into me. “Where’s this mouth when you’re selling season tickets to our games, huh?”

I swear to god she growls like a little hellcat, her eyes burning through to my goddamn soul. She grabs my jaw, her grip firm, nails biting. “I’m not waiting another second. Come inside me or I’ll—ahh—”

She lets go at the same time I do. I slam into her with three more hard thrusts as the heat of my release rockets through me. I burn up, letting go in a stream of muttered promises and curses. My body curls around hers, aching with peace to feel the way she trembles and clings to me. With a groan, I haul her up in my arms, keeping my dick buried in her as I walk her the three steps over to the bed.

Lukas is standing now, watching with his dick in his hand. I lay Poppy out on the bed, pulling out of her. She’s boneless as she sinks onto the mattress, her blonde hair fanning out around her head like a halo. I take in her every curve, the peak of her rosy pink nipples, the faint lines of a swimsuit tan that leave her little breasts creamy white. I let my gaze travel down her toned stomach to her bare pussy lips.

She pants, breathless, eyes closed.

“Open your legs,” I say.

Biting her bottom lip, she stifles a little moan. Herlegs drop open, exposing her used pussy to us. She’s wet and glistening with her own release.

I lean over the bed, parting her pussy lips with my fingers. “Squeeze your cunt. Show Lukas what you did, my perfect good girl.”