Page 89 of Double Puck

"Fuck me, Beck." I feel her swallow against my palm. "Take me however you want."

Holy fuck.

She wants this. She wants me to take control.

I tighten my grip on her throat, just enough to feel her breath catch, and she doesn't flinch. Her eyes stay locked on mine, and there's no fear in them. Only trust.

I start moving.

Slow at first, deep thrusts that let me feel every inch of her gripping me. Her pussy clenches around my cock like she's trying to pull me deeper, and I groan, my hand tightening on her throat.

"Like that?" I growl, my hips picking up speed.

She nods, or tries to, the motion limited by my grip. Her hands come up to hold my wrist, not to pull me away but to anchor herself. To tell me she's okay.

"Harder," she gasps.

I give her harder.

I pound into her, my hips slapping against hers, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the room. My hand stays wrapped around her throat, possessive, claiming, and she takes every inch of it.

"Look at me, Darce."

Her eyes find mine, glassy with pleasure.

"You feel that? Feel how deep I am?"

She moans, her hips lifting to meet my thrusts.

"That's right, baby. Take it all."

Her pussy flutters around me, and I know she's close. I can feel it in the way she grips me, in the desperate sounds she makes against my palm.

"Come for me, Darce. I've got you."

She shatters.

Her whole body locks around me, thighs trembling, spine arching off the mattress, pussy clenching so hard around my cock I grunt loudly and try to work her through it.

Her throat works against my palm, the muscles contracting beneath my fingers as she tries to scream my name, but the sound comes out strangled, a wrecked moan that vibrates through my hand and straight into my bloodstream.

I feel every pulse of her orgasm rippling through her, squeezing me in waves so tight my vision blurs.

And it's the hand on her throat that does it. The restriction. The way the blood rushing back sends every nerve ending in her body into overdrive, amplifying every sensation until her orgasm isn't just hitting her…

It's consuming her.

Her eyes roll back, the flush spreading down her chest like wildfire, her fingers digging into my wrist to keep me right fucking there.

Her pussy floods around me, soaking my cock, drenching where our bodies meet, and the sound is filthy and obscene, combined with the sight of her completely undone beneath my hand pushes me straight off the cliff with her.

"Fuck — Darcy —"

I spill inside her, hot and deep, my own groan tearing out of me as I fill her, still thrusting, still riding out the waves of her climax with her.

When we finally still, I'm panting, my forehead against hers, my hand now resting gently on her throat.

I look down at her. This perfect woman from a perfect world who was never allowed to make a single mistake.