Page 51 of All Your Pucking Secrets

I suck my finger into my mouth, wetting it, and then press it against her entrance. She stiffens for a second.

“Relax, baby girl.”

She releases an audible sigh, and her muscles loosen. I slip inside her hot channel, keeping my eyes on her face so I’ll know if she needs me to stop.

“Okay?” I ask, losing the battle not to imagine how amazing she’ll feel around me.

“Yeah.” Her tits move with her breaths, which she’s making a visible effort to slow.

Using my thumb, I toy with her clit.

“Oh,” she gasps, swaying closer.

I slide another finger inside her and cup my palm around her pussy. She rides it until I’m sure she’s ready for me, and then I withdraw my fingers, roll on a condom, and line up my cock.

I push in, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. Her eyes are locked on mine, the black of her pupils almost swallowing her irises. When I bottom out, her eyelashes flutter and she bites her lip.

“So damn sexy,” I growl.

This girl will be the death of me.

“You feel good,” she whispers, her tongue darting out to touch her lips. “But I’d really appreciate it if you’d move.”

Despite the intensity of the moment, I laugh. “You think you’re funny, do you?” I ask.

She grins. “Not funny. Just really turned on.”

“Good.” I thrust into her with small, gentle motions, gradually increasing the tempo once I’m sure she’s comfortable.

I wrap my hands under her hips and angle her so that my pelvis bumps her clit each time we come together. Her head drops back, and she whimpers. Her pussy tightens around me. She isn’t coming, but she’s close.

Fuck, I’m close too. This first time might not take long. It’s a good thing we have all night. My parents think I’m camping with friends, and Echo told her mom she’s staying with one of our classmates, so no one is expecting us back.

She spasms around me again, the clench of her body almost making me lose it. I glance away from her for a moment because drinking in the visual of her heaving chest, flushed cheeks, and pouty lips is just too much. I grit my teeth and give her everything I have. She cries out, muttering things like:

“Don’t stop.”

“Oh, my God.”

“It’s so good.”

“Oh, God. I’m gonna come.”

Then, thankfully, she does. Her pussy contracts around me and I snap my gaze back to hers as she moans her release. The rippling silken walls around my cock drag me with her, and I spill into the condom, gasping her name.

After I’ve caught my breath, I nuzzle her cheek and kiss her forehead.

“That was really fucking good,” I say. “How do you feel?”

There’s a sleepy, sated smile on her lips.

“As if I want to do it again as soon as I can,” she replies.

I wink. “Your wish is my command. Just give me a few minutes to recover.”

She smothers a laugh. Being careful not to crush her, I get off her and deal with the condom, then return and flop onto the bed beside her. I wrap my arm around her shoulders, draw her close, and kiss her temple.

“Was it okay?” I huff as soon as I ask the question. I’m not usually needy, but I have to know that I did right by her.

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