Page 86 of Pucking Around

With a desperate groan, he pulls out of me and jerks me off the edge of the counter. I all but fall into his arms, sagging against him as he turns me roughly around. “Bend over. Show me this perfect ass.”

I gladly fall to my elbows on the counter, a smile on my face as he buries his hand between my legs. His other hand massages my ass cheek, giving it a sharp slap that I feel straight through to my clit.

“You’re gonna take me deep,” he orders, pressing in with his hips, his cock wet with my release as he slides it between my legs.

“Please,” I whimper.

“You want me to come inside you, don’t you?” he teases, softly nipping the lobe of my ear. “You’re a needy girl who wants to be filled with cum. I bet you’d take two dicks at once, wouldn’t you, Hurricane? You want me and Jake stuffing this cunt together?”

“Yes,” I pant, loving the feel of my hips wedged tight against the counter. The hard edge is cutting into me, but I don’t care. “Finish with me, Cay. Take everything.”

With a growl, he pushes down on the small of my back and notches himself at my entrance. “Tell me you want it.”

“I do,” I cry. “I wantyou. Please—god—fuck me ’til there’s nothing left.”

And then he does. He slams home once more, the new angle with his piercings on my G-spot making me see stars. I’m a shaky, mewling mess as he pounds me against the counter, my hips getting cut in half with each thrust, but I don’t care. He’s ruining me in the best possible way.

I’m lying palms-flat on the counter, my sensitive nipples pressed against the cold surface. I lift up, arching my back, mouth open on a slowly building moan, as he fucks me so hard, I think my hips might crack.

We both cry out our ecstasy as I clench tight around him, strangling his cock. My legs clench around him too, begging without words for him to stay buried deep. I feel the warmth of his release as he groans, his sweat-slicked body folding over mine.

I don’t know how long we hold onto that moment of our shared release. Time becomes meaningless as my body unravels from its high and I’m left with nothing but the exquisite aftershocks.

Eventually, his grip softens and then he’s slipping out, his hands framing me in as he pushes off the counter. I lay there, body trembling. The counter feels like ice against my burning skin. I shift back, wincing at the pain in my hips.

Caleb’s breath is warm against my neck as he bends over and wraps me in his arms, lifting and turning me off the counter. I curl up against his chest letting him hold most of my weight. We’re both shaking. He brushes my hair back from my face, kissing my brow.

“Don’t pull away from me,” I murmur. “From us. Please stay.”

The hand petting circles on my back stills. “I’m not going anywhere,” he replies.

Letting out a relieved exhale, I smile against his warm skin. “Take me home, Cay. Jake is waiting for us.”

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“Whoa,” I murmur, peering out the windshield of Caleb’s Jeep as we pull up to a sexy, modern beach house. It’s tall and narrow, with an industrial vibe of metal and glass. “It’s gorgeous.”

Poseidon pops his head between the seats, panting with his hot doggy breath in my face. I grin, giving him a pet under his neck.

Caleb cranks the Jeep into park outside the two-car garage. “There are some off-street spots round the block. We can carpool whenever it works for our schedules, otherwise I can plan to park there, and you can park your monster truck here in the drive.”

I groan. I really hate that damn truck. I can’t mention it around Jake, that’s for sure. He seems like the type to engage in extravagant gift giving.

Caleb hops out of the car, Poseidon following after him. The dog races around the front of the Jeep and up the walkway to the front door, letting out an excited bark.

I can’t help but laugh, slipping the strap of my overnight bag onto my shoulder. “He seems happy to be here.”

Caleb grunts, shouldering his own bag. “He’s a furry little traitor.”

“Jake mentioned you both in Seattle,” I say, shutting my door. “You know…the night we met.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, he said Sy liked him better than you.” I mean it to be teasing, but as soon as I say it, I realize I’ve done wrong.

Caleb’s smile falls and he turns pensive. “He likes everyone better than me,” he mutters.

Stepping forward, I loop my arm around his waist, tucking myself in against him. “Hey.” I pull him to a stop. “Look at me, Cay.”

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