Page 152 of Pucking Matt
I’m finger fucking her and eating her like she’s my favorite meal.
Then she releases. Her pussy tastes so fucking good during an orgasm. She rides my face while squeezing me with her thighs. I keep sucking her until she’s done.
She hits my face to push me off. The pain in my cheek is back, and her face drops when she looks at me.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” she mutters, still out of breath.
Warm liquid drips down my face as I touch it. Bright red blood.
She lunges for me and grabs my head. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry. The sensation was too much, and I needed you to–”
“It’s okay,” I say, tilting my head back. She runs off the bed to grab toilet paper. I meet her in the hallway.
“Oh my God. I opened it back up. It’s bleeding so much. I’m so sorry.”
I lean over the sink and look in the mirror. Luckily, it doesn’t look like she completely ripped it open. “It’s okay.”
Applying pressure hurts like a bitch. Now the toilet paper lint is stuck to it.
“Should we go to the ER?”
I glance down at her. “In our birthday suits?”
She remembers she’s naked and covers herself. “Oh my God.” She runs out of the bathroom and comes back with the robes.
“Put this on for now,” she declares, trying to pass me the robe.
“Why?”
She shrugs. “So that you’re comfortable.”
I chuckle, releasing my cheek. It’s no longer oozing blood. “I am comfortable.”
Her eyes dart to my dick. “Okay.”
“I’m not going to the ER. It’s done bleeding.” I wash my hands and say, “I’m going to hop in the shower.”
She leaves the bathroom as I text the guys.
Matt: I’m in
Harvey: What?
Dylan: In where?
Crew: In Grind Stone
Harvey: Oh, shit. You’re in in?
Matt: My slapshot made it
Harvey: You lucky bastard
Crew: No fucking way dude
Matt: Yup. She’s mine.
Crew: Fuck yeah bro
