Page 87 of Chasing the Puck


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“Tuck.” She moans my name. I suck on her tongue while she bucks her hips into the pressure of my hand.

I push my middle finger into her opening. She’s so fucking wet that I can hear her juices as my finger enters her. Her muscles clench around it, and arousal rips through me viciously.

I fuck her with my finger while my free hand palms her perfect, pert tit. She throws her head back in pleasure, and I trail kisses along the edge of her jaw, underneath her ear, down her smooth and elegant neck.

Olivia quickly undoes my belt, and I draw my hand away from her center as she sinks to her knees, tugging my pants and underwear down my legs at once. They bunch up around my ankles as I toe my shoes off.

My cock throbs in the air. A curse pulls from my throat when Olivia wraps her hand around the base. The warm softness of her hands, slightly damp, sends electric shocks pulsing through my body, emanating from where she makes contact. She glides her grip up my shaft until she hits the fringe of nerve endings.

She grazes the tip of my head with the pad of her thumb, sending pleasure rocketing through me. She brings her thumb to her mouth, licking off the bead of pre-cum.

The ache between my legs is pounding like a fucking hammer.

Olivia wraps her full, wet lips around my pink mushroom head, and I fucking see stars. Every muscle in my body curls tight. I groan and curse as she slides the flat of her tongue over my swollen head, the most intense sensation unwinding inside me.

She applies gentle suction, sliding her lips up and down my length. Fuck, it feels so good I could pass out. Her lips, her mouth, her tongue, her hand still wrapped around the base of my cock that pulses and throbs with my hammering heartbeat, everything is fucking otherworldly.

When the tip of her tongue flicks against the opening of my cock, the pressure in my balls tells me I’m moments away from erupting.

That’s when I know I have to stop her.

I’m not ready to finish yet, not until I’ve buried myself inside her to the hilt, not until my hips are slapping against her ass with that tiny black dress pulled up around her waist.

I draw my hips back, gripping her shoulders and urging her to her feet. I kick my pants from my ankles, walk her to my bed, and spin her around, bending her over the mattress. She gasps and giggles as I push her dress up over her hips.

“Fuck, baby,” I rasp. “You have no fucking clue what seeing you like this does to me.” Her ass is the perfect heart shape, and my blood thickens when I see those ten marks of pressure my fingertips left on her.

“I have a feeling you’re going to show me,” she says, coy as she can be while her voice is so thick with need.

I pull her soaked panties down her legs and toss them over my shoulders. I can’t resist delving my face into her wet cunt from behind, flattening my tongue over her folds to drink in her juices.

“So fucking sweet,” I growl as I lap at her.

Her ass squirms in my face and I fucking love it. She’s still wound tight from being filled with my finger earlier. I can tell from the breathy sounds she makes that she’s about to come, so I pull back.

When her orgasm rolls through her and makes her pussy clamp, I want it clamping around my cock.

I retrieve a condom and roll it down my length.

Bliss coils around me when I push into her. “Fuck,” I groan, eyes rolling as my cock plunges into her warmth, her muscles clenching around my size.

I’m lost in a frenzy of thrusting, my hips slapping against her ass. Our rough, rugged groans mingle with the rhythmic slapping of our skin and the liquid sound of me thrusting into her wetness.

I can feel her body growing tighter while the knot of pressure at the base of my spine swells and intensifies. We fall into our climax together, the walls of her pussy rippling on my length as I fill the condom with my release.

After I’ve thrown away the condom, I lie on my bed, tugging her close. I still have my t-shirt on, naked from the waist down. Olivia’s pulled her dress back over her hips, but the fact that she isn’t wearing panties underneath makes my cock twitch a little despite the utterly draining orgasm I just had minutes ago.

I feel words crawling up my throat. Words I want to utter to express how I feel about Olivia. How I’ve head over fucking heels fallen for her.

But I know they’re not words she’s ready to hear yet.

Instead, I nuzzle a kiss onto the crown of her head as she lays her cheek over my chest.

I hope she’ll be ready to hear what I want to tell her soon. When she is, I think I’ll know.

And when I do, I don’t think there will ever have been anything so important that’ll be so easy to say.

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