Page 97 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

Izzy continues pumping my shaft and forcing her own throat to accept me deeper.

My spine tingles and my muscles contract.

“Izzy . . . fuck . . . ”

Either her hand tightens or my cock is that hard. She picks up the pace and all of my thoughts focus down to the singular pleasure of her mouth wrapped around me.

My grip on her hair tightens, and I force her face deep onto my cock while I shoot my cum down her throat.

When I finally release her, she gasps in a breath of air and rolls with a pleased smile on her face. She wipes her mouth and stares at the ceiling.

Trick doesn’t allow a break, though. He turns her so that she’s on her back with her head hanging over the edge of the bed.

“You’re not done yet, Izzy. You’ve asked to be completely filled. Vin needs attention.”

Without any further prompting, Vin waits in front of Izzy and she drops her mouth open.

“Do you deserve my skin, omega?” he murmurs. “Maybe you don’t. Maybe you deserve a face fuck without getting to see the rest of me.”

She sticks out her tongue and points it at him.

“You don’t close your mouth unless he’s in it, Izzy,” Trick demands.

“Uh-huh,” she says, her mouth still agape.

Vin untucks his shirt and unzips his pants. He rolls up his sleeves and takes out his shaft. The fabric barely hangs onto his hips.

A line of drool runs down her face, but she follows Trick’s command. He runs his head over her open mouth and waiting tongue. Her throat bulges as he thrusts in.

Trick doesn’t wait any more, though. He splits her legs, positions himself at her entrance, and slowly impales her on his cock.

Sitting against the headboard, I have a prime view of all of it.

Izzy’s breasts quake while Trick fucks into her and Vin deafens her screams.

They work her hard, her skin pebbled with goose bumps and her nipples fine, hard points. I want to suck the bud into my mouth, but also I don’t want to interrupt what’s happening.

Already, I’m half hard again just watching them use our girl.

“Hell,” Vin curses. “I need more. Can we switch?”

“I have a better idea,” Trick replies.

Trick lifts our girl up and twists her around so that she’s straddling his lap. She looks bereaved at the loss and he chuckles darkly.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl. I made you a promise and we’re about to keep it. We just needed little league to be able to get back in the game.”

“Not my fault,” I scoff.

Vin steals a clip from her bathroom and uses it to keep her hair away from her face. How he knows not only where to find it but also how to use it is a massive mystery.

Trick uses his hands to spread Izzy apart and she settles her head in the crook of his neck. She inhales deeply as he summons Vin with a head nod.

Vin sees Trick’s actions for the invitation they are and sinks to the hilt into her pussy. He curses and rests a head on her shoulder.

“Damn, I miss this.” He sighs.

Vin fucks her with more control than I’d have. His thrusts are harsh but even, and her muddled groans and occasional eye rolls explain very clearly how it’s affecting her.

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