Page 65 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

“I’m the best I’ve ever been, Izzy.”

We sit like that for at least a half an hour, with Vin teasing me to oblivion. Every now and again, he withdraws and thrusts back into me, but mostly we lounge with his shaft sheathed inside me.

My pussy wants to lock around him, but there’s nothing to lock. I can tighten and convulse as much as my body demands and the worst that happens is his strangled gasps.

Even if he isn’t moving much, the way he plays with my filled cunt is like heaven on earth.

Yes, there’s frustration from the delayed release.

But it’s the most enjoyable agony I’ve ever endured.

We watch the movie, and he toys with me.

Finally, fucking finally, he lets me have my first orgasm. The blaze rages through me after the buildup, and my system floods with endorphins.

If I’d thought that would be the end of it, I would’ve been very wrong.

The second my first O settles, sure, certain fingers are already working toward another.

Vin loves being inside me when I climax. He tells me in whispered words full of guttural desire.

I miss the rest of the movie because I’m entirely focused on him nipping at my neck and his fingers playing with my clit and my pussy stretched around him.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he murmurs.

Again and again, the orgasms rage over me. I’ve never come this much in my life. It’s exhausting, but I’ve also never been so satisfied.

“You’re perfect. Did you know that? You, right now, writhing from my fingers and cock, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. Just a few more for me, Izzy. A little more and I’m going to come so hard inside you.”

The door clicks open in the garage and the two of us freeze. It reminds me so much of the first time I came to this house, when we planned our scheme, but things were so much more innocent then.

“Guys?” Trick calls out.

“In here!” Vin replies.

“No, shhhhh,” I hiss at him.

I don’t know why I do it. The whole point was to wait for one of the guys to come home. Call it a reflex about being caught.

And it isn’t until that moment I realize that Vin intends to stay with us for that.

The man behind me only smiles into my neck and continues rubbing circles around my clit.

“Vin,” I whine. He removes his hand and cuddles me into the little spoon.

But this fucker is still inside me!

When Trick comes through the door, he looks thoroughly beat. His hair’s dry and neatly combed, but his gray slacks are rumpled. The sleeves of the white button-down were rolled to the elbows long ago.

“You made cookies?” he asks.

“Uh, yeah. Have some if you want.”

He eyes the two of us, then the movie and the rest of the room, but doesn’t seem to have caught onto what’s going on beneath the throw blanket.

“Seems like you found stuff to do,” he says. “Is Mase still with his agent?”

I tense around Vin, to warn him not to spill.

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