Page 61 of Wilder Puck

The pressure from this position is a lot different than vanilla. He pushes more and asks, “Are you okay? You’re so fucking tight.”

“I’m okay.” I breathe, feeling the sensation of him inserting me. “Are you?”

“More than you know, baby.”

Ooh.That word sends me. I moan, forcing myself on his dick. I had to push off the counter a bit. He moans a sound I don’t ever hear from him.

“Fuck, Baddie.”

I glance over my shoulder at him, moaning from the pleasure. “Don’t come in two seconds because holy shit.”

He slowly removes himself and thrusts slowly into me. “You feel so good, Ads.”

He starts going faster, and I’m trying to get a better grip on anything in front of me. I end up holding onto the counter’s edge as he pounds into me from the back. I am moaning and crying out in this cold house. He grinds into me as he squeezes my ass cheeks.

“This is better than anything,” he breathes. “You feel so good.”

I whimper as he pounds into me faster. He feels fucking amazing, but I can’t talk right now. I’m not in my head. My body is under his control, and it’s in complete euphoria.

He whispers, almost hesitating, “Do you like it?”

I nod quickly as he slows his pace. He moves my hair to the side and touches my cheek.

“You like this?”

I nod again.

“How much?”

“So much.”

He picks up his pace again and groans. “Fuck. I’m going to come on your back. I’m on the edge.”

“Okay,” I moan.

He only pumps three more times and I feel the warmth of come dripping off my back. He rips off a paper towel and wipes it clean. He grabs my waist and sits me on the counter.

“What’re you doing?” I ask.

He leans down and says, “Showing you what the fuss is all about.”

My heart races when I realize his face is in between my legs. I grab his head to stop him. I’m nervous for him to be down there.

He looks up at me. “I know you didn’t orgasm.”

I breathe heavily as I shake my head. I don’t think I’m ready.

He kisses my inner thigh as he watches me. “Is everything okay?”

I nod, trying to calm my breathing. “Yeah. I just–”

“I promise I’ll try my best.” He kisses my thigh again and it tickles so much that I start to feel like I’m on fire.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

I nod, and that was the permission he was looking for. He leans in slowly, watching me. He kisses me in the right spot, and I’m already shaking. This is all new, and my insides are still vibrating from the sex.

When he flicks his tongue against me, I moan outright while pulling his hair. I release his hair and moan, “Sorry. I’m sorry.”