Page 39 of Pucking the Team
“I wouldn’t complain.” I gripped his shoulders and wound my legs around the backs of his. “But now…”
“Now you want this, right?” He reached between us, gripped his cock, and angled it at my entrance.
I swallowed and nodded. Fuck, I hoped he didn’t just ram in. I was wet for him, but still…
“You changed your mind?” he asked suddenly.
“No, no…not at all.” I clasped his taut butt in both hands. “I…just…”
“You need me to be careful this first bit?”
I nodded.
“I can do that.” His lips hovered over mine. “But only till I’m in, then we’re gonna fuck, hard, just the way you said you need it.”
“Yes, yes, that’s what I need.”
He eased the tip of his cock into me. So wide and he was so damn determined. Then he stilled for a moment.
I willed myself to relax around him. He kissed me and kept on going. His way was eased by my arousal, but still he stretched me in delicious ways and hit all of my sweet spots.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped when he hit full depth. “That’s so…”
“Awesome?”
“Yes, awesome.” I closed my eyes and felt them roll back. Had I ever been so filled by such a big, gorgeous man?
“Ah fuck,” he muttered, “it’s been a while, and you feel so damn good, but I’ll do my best on the stamina front.”
“I’m sure you’ll manage.” I cupped his nape and encouraged his lips to mine.
He set up a fast but smooth rhythm that rubbed over my clit. I tilted my hips to meet his body on each thrust, and soon the pressure was growing.
Sweat slicked over my skin, and his chest hair scraped against my nipples. I was getting close to coming.
“Oh fuck, that’s it…God yes. Yes.” I broke the kiss to concentrate on the climb to orgasm.
He locked his arms so he was looking down at where we joined and upped the pace. His body still rubbed over my clit, and his cock was angling at my G-spot perfectly.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I gripped his forearms and watched as his thick, dark cock hammered in and out of me. Flesh slapped on flesh. My small breasts shunted with each of his powerful lunges.
The sight was so erotic that it was my undoing. I cried out, desperate for the topple into ecstasy.
And then it was there. A blissful moment of no return then white-hot pleasure rushed from my clit and pussy, spasming through my pelvis, my ass, and up through my body.
My toes splayed, and I curled my fingernails into his skin.
“Ah, in the name of…” His features twisted, and he, too, cried out, a throaty, guttural shout of satisfaction. His cock was so deep as it pulsed inside me.
My pussy was gripping and releasing him; more darts of pleasure spun through me. I closed my eyes and was greeted with explosions of white and red, and when I breathed in, his divine cologne was laced with the scent of our bodies together.
He rammed his hips under again, and this time a tremor went down his spine; absolute pleasure was holding him hostage.
I traced his vertebrae to the rise of his butt then ran my finger back up again to smooth over his hair.
“Pip.” He lifted his head. “Did I do it?”
“Fuck him out of me?” I giggled, and a host of new emotions flooded me. “Yes, I think so.”
