Page 55 of Pucking Amazing

DJ’s hands remain firmly on my hips, guiding me down fast and hard, lifting me up and then slamming me back down. His movements are deliberate, a perfect blend of rough and tender, as if he knows exactly how much I can handle.

I groan as his huge cock stretches my pussy out almost to the point of pain, wanting more.

“You feel so fucking good,” DJ groans, his voice strained with effort.

I lean forward to capture his lips in a fevered kiss, my hands exploring the defined muscles of his chest. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, blurring the line between pain and ecstasy.

DJ’s hands are everywhere, pulling me closer, and the world narrows to the electrifying sensations overwhelming my body—DJ’s powerful strokes, his hot skin against mine, his fingers digging into my thighs.

As the intensity builds, I’m spiraling toward a climax. DJ senses it too and holds me down on his cock, tight, so that I can’t move, can’t give myself the friction I’m craving.

I half moan, half sob, desperately trying to break his grasp and move on his cock again.

“Naughty girl,” DJ chides. “It’s not time to come yet.”

Tears of frustration prick my eyes, and I beg him for release.

“Please DJ, fuck me. I need your cock, I need to come now!”

His hand loosens slightly, and I take the opportunity to grind against him, my movements frenzied with need.

“Little slut,” he laughs approvingly and slaps my ass hard, the pain pulling me back from the edge again, and it feels so fucking good.

I grit my teeth and will myself to stop moving, to obey his every command.

DJ notes my reaction and his low laughter resonates through the room, a low, seductive sound that only builds my need. One hand remains firmly on my hip, his control absolute, as the other one caresses the skin he just spanked, making me shiver, and then he slaps the spot again.

“That’s right, stay still for me, little slut,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

I’m panting now, desperate for release but held captive by his will.

He lets me catch my breath, his gaze locked on mine, smoldering and intense.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers as he runs a thumb across my cheek, wiping away a stray tear from my cheek, pulling back my bottom lip with his thumb before anchoring his hand back on my hip, keeping me locked down on his hard cock, so deep inside me.

“This is how I want you, all the time,” he continues, his voice husky. “Completely at my mercy.”

The words send a shiver through me, a mix of fear and excitement sparking deep in my belly, and I clench over his cock, gasping.

“You aren’t going to move until I tell you, are you, my good girl?”

I shake my head mutely, and he frees one hand to start playing with my clit—alternating between feather-light strokes, hard insistent caresses, and small painful tweaks that jolt me back from the edge, over and over again.

The tension builds to a fever pitch and I’m losing my mind with it, a delicious torment orchestrated by DJ’s skilled touch. He keeps me teetering on the brink, pushing me closer with each caress, then pulling back just as I’m about to tumble over into oblivion.

The mixture of frustration and anticipation is intoxicating, overwhelming my senses until I’m not sure how much more I can take.

“Look at me,” DJ commands.

I lift my gaze to meet his, finding his eyes burning with need, his expression one of intense focus as he watches the alternating pain and pleasure written across my face.

“Let go, Sydney,” he murmurs, his voice quiet but commanding, as if he’s willing me to break apart under his touch. “It’s time. Let go for me.”

I can hardly breathe, the ferocity of his gaze pinning me as surely as his hands. His fingers are relentless, skimming over my clit until, in a wave of torturous bliss, he sends me crashing into orgasm.

My body convulses around the rock-hard length of his cock inside me, waves of release sweeping over me in an unending rush.

As I shudder and gasp, DJ slowly eases his grip, allowing me to collapse against his chest. His arms wrap around me in a firm embrace, his heartbeat strong under my ear. He kisses the top of my head gently, looking down at me with affection filling his dark eyes.

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