Page 179 of Pucking Wild

“Promises,” I tease, nipping his sensitive inner thigh with my teeth.

He hisses, giving my hair another tug.

I wince, loving the little bite of pain. “Are you ready for me, hockey boy? You want me to ride you into paradise?”

“Yes,” he begs, his hand softening in my hair as he fists the comforter.

I crawl between his spread legs, settling myself on my knees. The adjustable pony on this toy means I can get a good angle for both of us. I’m going to be coming in no time flat with the added clitoral stimulation. My every nerve hums with excitement as I look down at him, spread beneath me, prepped and ready for my claiming.

He looks up at me like I’m his everything. “I love you,” he says, his features soft in this golden light.

I brace his hips with both hands, holding him open as I squeeze the pony with my pelvic muscles, holding it tight. Then I’m pressing in between his cheeks, moving my hips a bit to rub the vibrating tip of the dildo over his tight hole.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans at first contact, trying not to tense.

I use one hand to hold the dildo steady as I breach that tight ring of muscle, opening him up to take just the tip. “Breathe, baby,” I soothe. “You’re doing so well. Look at you taking my pretty silicone dick. Talk to me. Tell me how you feel.”

“Mmph. The vibration…feels good.”

“Look at me.”

His eyes open and we connect, apple green eyes meeting forest green. There is such a burst of feeling there. With a gasp, he grabs my hips and pulls, sinking the dildo in deeper. The motion pushes the pony high and tight in my pussy, those bunny ears humming to either side of my swollen, needy clit.

“Oh—god—” I cry out, back arching like I was just zapped with electricity. I drop forward between his spread legs, catching myself with my hands to either side of him.

“Feel good?” he pants, a gleam in his eye. He’s loving this. I am too.

“So fucking good,” I whimper. “Baby, I need to move. Can I—”

“Do it,” he orders, my sweet, impaled puppy topping from the bottom.

Recovering my wits, I tip back on my knees, changing the angle for us both yet again. Then I’m thrusting into him, driving the dildo in deeper.

“Incredible.”His voice is breathless as I rut into him with short, quick thrusts.

“Look at me,” I say again, needing this moment of vulnerability to be shared.

He gives me what I need, his pretty green eyes locking on mine, pleasure etching every line of his face as he rides out my thrusts, holding tight to me. When he begins moving his hips in tempo with mine, the slap of our skin rings out a primal chorus in my ears, I know he’s close. God knows I’ve been close, too, ready to leap, aching to fall.

“My dick,” he pants. “Please, baby. I need—yes—”

He doesn’t finish the ask before my hand wraps around his shaft, pumping him as I pound home. My breasts give him a show, jiggling and swaying like anything as I fuck my man in his perfect tight ass.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he praises. “Such a queen. God, you’re mine. Never leave me. Tess, please—”

I chase his words, my orgasm lighting me up inside, spreading from my clit to deep in my core, all the way to my fingertips. “Come with me,” I cry, my hips stuttering as the rabbit ears work their magic, sending my orgasm shattering through me. I feel it all the way to my toes. They curl in tight, my leg muscles spasming as I break upon the rocks. My hand on his dick stills and I tip my head back, screaming my release, my pussy gripping tight to the vibrating toy.

Below me, Ryan takes over, slamming his hips against mine a few more times before he loses rhythm, too, his hand pumping mine on his dick. “God—ahh—” He cries out, his cum spilling all over our joined hands as he falls apart beneath me.

We’re a pair of moaning messes, bodies trembling, our skin flushed and slick with sweat. I gasp as the stimulation becomes too much, grabbing the toy and lifting myself off it. I feel empty in the best way with it gone. Carved out, like a coconut without its water. I’m careful as I pull the shaft from him and turn it off, setting it aside.

He lies there, spread-eagle and breathless, gazing up at me through half-lidded eyes. “Come here, baby.”

I crawl over top of him, my weight pressing him down as he wraps me in his arms. We kiss long and deep, taking our time as our bodies stop trembling.

Then he’s rolling me to our sides, our legs tangling, before he rolls me to my back. Now it’s his weight pressing me down. He kisses down my body, pausing to pay special attention to my breasts. “Someday I wanna fuck these.”

I just smile, my hands smoothing through his hair. “Be my guest.”

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