Page 77 of Pucking the Enemy

Reaching down, I trailed my hand up the side of her thigh, slowly hiking the T-shirt up over her hip, exposing her pussy to the air.

The smell of her arousal was overpowering. Phillip’s nostrils flared and his eyes darkened as he watched us. “You can always forfeit the game,” he suggested.

“Hell, no!” Hazel growled, the sound vibrating through her back against my chest.

I chuckled. “I suppose I’ll just have my fun, then, while you and Phillip go head-to-head.”

“I guess you will,” she said in a breathless voice.

Seeing as she hadn’t protested, I let my hand snake down between her cheeks and dip into the wetness that was already pooling between her legs. Our girl liked the idea of me playing with her while she played with Phillip.

I shot a smirk at Phillip. Hazel was beyond ready.

There was no need for foreplay.

I wanted her completely distracted.

And what could be more distracting than being stuffed full of pierced cock?

With a soft grip on her hips, I angled her so her ass was slightly lifted, her pussy at the ideal angle for my cock. The position was called prone bone, but I only knew that because I had spent far too many nights researching sex positions and imagining future endeavors involving the many options.

The positioning was perfect, so while Hazel nonchalantly rearranged her tiles, I lined myself up, one hand planted firmly on the floor near her head to keep me up.

Her walls gave zero resistance as my cock slid in with ease. Her warm, wet walls had me in the most delicious vise-like grip. At this angle, she felt so impossibly tight, it was a miracle that my cock even fit.

Why did we have classes and practice? Surely, we should just spend all our time in the nest, with my cock firmly where it belongs—in my omega.

“It’s your turn, Hazel.” Phillip laughed.

“Oh! Uh…” She looked at her tiles, thoroughly distracted, and I hadn’t even started moving yet.

“Who’s winning?” I asked with a chuckle.

Phillip grinned. “I’m gaining on her.”

As she reached out to her tiles with shaky hands, I started moving, slowly at first, letting my piercings glide along her walls, massaging them.

I was hyper aware of every little sensation. The taste of her skin on my lips, the movement of her chest as she took deep breaths.

None of it felt as good as her.

Hazel’s breathing became ragged, her hands shaking as she tried to continue playing the game.

She had been pointedly ignoring me while I was having my fun, so I needed to up the ante.

Placing both my hands on the floor near her head, I prepared myself for an abdominal workout as I thrust forward, Hazel’s entire body moving a few inches along the hardwood with the impact.

Her walls clamped down on me as she let out a strangled moan. Nipping at the skin of her neck, I felt the wetness that coated my cock increase. Our girl loved to play.

I had won the jackpot.

“We’re neck-and-neck now,” Phillip informed us. Even though he was playing the game, that wasn’t his primary focus. He hungrily watched all of Hazel’s facial expressions, his cock likely painfully hard.

“It’s your turn, sweetness,” I taunted lightly, nipping at her earlobe.

“I… uh…” She let out a long, garbled moan as her walls tightened.

“I think she’s getting close.”

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