Page 42 of Puck Shy

Her eyes search mine as I pull back, and after a moment, she says, “Yes. I like it.” At that exact moment, Johnny inserts a finger inside her ass and one inside her pussy, causing her to cry out loudly, “Oh God, I fucking like it!”

“Good girl,” I praise, using my finger to stroke her cheek. She leans into my touch, and I swear a purr reaches my ears as I press my thumb into her mouth and down on her tongue while Johnny inserts another finger and bites down on her ass cheek.

She rocks her hips again on the chair, and I know my naughty girl wants to come. She will, but not yet. With my eyes on both Johnny and Stevie, I stand to my full height, unzip my pants, then take my erection out through the fly of my blue briefs. Stevie watches with half-hooded eyes as I bring the head of my cock to her parted lips.

“Spit on it, Cherry.”

With that tiny sexy smile at the corners of her lips, she does it—and I swear my dick develops its own heartbeat.

I work with what she gave me and move it up and down my shaft before using my cock to smear the bead of pre-cum that’s leaked out of me onto her cherry-colored lips.

“Open,” I say huskily. “Let me see how hungry you are for my cock.” She opens immediately, and I chuckle. “You’re a greedy girl, aren’t you?”

Stevie nods readily, her mouth still open as the sounds of Johnny licking her wet folds reaches both of our ears. Eating her pussy isn’t punishment for him, but not being able to come or get his dick wet is.

I place my foot at the base of the chair to keep it from moving then start to feed Stevie my cock. Inch by inch, I watch as it disappears past her pouty lips and fills her warm mouth. Her cheeks start to tinge pink as I move my hands to the base of her skull.

“Fuuuck, Cherry. Your mouth is as sweet as I remember.”

She hums around my length, keeping her tongue flat as I watch her eyes carefully for any sign of negative distress. When I see none, I thrust forward a bit and pull her head toward me so that she gags. I hold her there for a second before I pull all the way out.

She gasps for air, and then I do it again, feeding my cock in faster this time and moving her down until I feel myself at the back of her throat. I do this several more times, fucking her mouth until the corners of her eyes water and she looks thoroughly face fucked. The entire time I watch her, noticing how much she enjoys being used and pleasured.

“How’s she taste, Rookie?”

He grins up at me from her cunt, face gleaming with her arousal and fingers still moving in and out of her tight holes. “Like heaven.”

I stroke the side of her face adoringly again. “Hear that, Stevie, baby? Rookie can’t get enough of you and your pussy.”

A whining noise leaves her lips as Johnny starts to move his fingers faster and rims her with his tongue again.

“You like how that feels?” I ask her.

She nods into my hand and smiles. “I like this punishment, MVP.”

I chuckle darkly and move my hand so I’m gripping her cheeks, forcing her mouth to pucker. “Good, because he’s going to stay down there and make you come again, and again, and again…and again…until you’re begging for him to stop. Until you’re so sensitive you’ll have to put your clit on sick leave.” I kiss her open mouth to punctuate the sentence as Johnny brings her to the first of many orgasms she’ll have tonight.

As she shakes, falling apart and straining against her bindings, I pull back and stand once more, grabbing the stick from the ground and smacking her round ass with it a few times until her beautiful cries are echoing around us. Once her pale skin is nice and pink, I drop the stick and put my lipstick-marked cock to her puffy lips.

I flash Stevie my one-dimpled smile as she looks up at me with watery eyes. I wipe one of the tears that’s escaped with my thumb and suck it into my mouth. With my gaze still trained on hers, I give Johnny one simple command: “Again.”

Chapter nineteen

Stevie

The first thing I notice when my eyes open is that my body is hot. Like scorching, sweat-through-your-clothes-complete-with-pit-stains hot.

The second thing I notice is that there’s a rock-hard cock digging into my ass. A very large one…which can only mean one thing.

Lucas McKnight is in my bed. Or am I in his bed?

I sit up, clutching a sheet to my chest as the previous night’s activities come rushing back to me. I rub at my sore wrists and feel the dull ache from multiple orgasms between my legs, which only makes me smile. However, the smile reminds me my jaw is also sore from overuse.

Take my cock, Cherry. Suck it like you mean it. Let me come all over those perfect tits so I’ll know you’re fucking mine.

I shiver at the memory and turn gently to stare at Lucas’s sleeping form. Last night was…a surprise. When I woke up yesterday, the last thing I imagined happening was being orgasmed to death by Johnny while Lucas fucked my mouth and spanked me with a hockey stick.

I lost track after three orgasms, and at some point, I must have drifted off into something akin to subspace. I was so hopped up on dopamine and adrenaline that I lost all sense of space and time. I became a puddle of pleasure. A vessel being used to both give and receive—my favorite thing.

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