Page 120 of Puck Me Secretly

Two big hands pushed my hair off my face. Every so often I would pull my mouth to the tip and suck and swirl my tongue over the thick tip of his dick. My eyes never left his face. He was breathing hard. His beautiful lip curled as he stared down at me. His face was a mask of concentration.

I wanted more than anything to please him. To make him feel as good as he made me feel. I wanted to know what made him tick, what he liked and didn’t like. I also wanted to watch him lose control, like he always made me lose control.

“Jesus,” he tipped his head back.

I sucked harder, wanting him to come.

He yanked me up the bed, flipped me onto my back.

I gave a breathless laugh when he reached down and pushed my yoga pants and panties down off my legs.

“Are you going to tell me where you learned to do that?”

“I don’t remember,” I breathed, excited beyond belief.

“Good answer.”

He shifted, so he hovered above me. I spread my legs, and he reached between our legs, and I could feel the head of his cock tease my opening.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of you like this.”

I wrapped my arms around his thick neck. “What is this?”

“Hot, wet and about to get fucked.”

His mouth claimed mine, and I moaned as his kiss deepened.

“Ready for me?”

“Oh yes.”

He lifted his head and blue eyes watched me make a soundless cry as he slowly pushed his cock deep into me. It felt intimate, intense and so perfect, my eyes almost rolled back in my head.

“Max.”

His corded arms strained as he looked between our bodies where we joined. “Fuck you feel so good.”

I wrapped my legs around his back. “Are you going to move?”

A smile played on his lips. “You want me to move?”

“Do you want to?”

He laughed. “I’m trying to restrain myself so I can do this nice and slow.”

“What if I don’t want it slow?”

He bent down and pressed his lips to mine. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to lose control.”

“Well you’re in luck because I’m barely hanging on here.”

His thrusts began slow. Long and hard. I moaned and moved with him. He increased his speed. I moaned. He grunted. And then we were riding wild. Fast, furious. Intense.

Noises, wild uninhibited noises, were coming out of me.

“Come for me gorgeous, before I embarrass myself.”

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