Page 54 of Pucking Amazing

Things rapidly heated up from there, clothes frantically shed and discarded on the way to his bedroom.

I know I should feel guilty, having once again crossed the boundaries I set for myself. But right now, sated and boneless, it’s hard to be anything but blissful.

DJ isn’t my patient, we’re both consenting adults, we’re not hurting anyone…

Except for Tyler.

I frown, the thought sobering. Clearly I was delusional for thinking DJ and I could have a one-off hookup. This energy between us is too explosive to ignore. But what does this mean for my own relationship with Tyler—and the growing connection between him and DJ?

Am I getting in between them?

I flash back to that night at the charity event, when I was literally sandwiched between them on the dance floor.

I’d like to get in between them again, my filthy mind responds.

DJ’s skillful hands skim over my sensitive skin, his full lips trailing fiery kisses in their wake, and I can’t bring myself to worry anymore.

“Mmm, your body is so gorgeous. I can’t wait to fuck you again,” DJ murmurs against my neck, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

He captures my lips in another hungry kiss before trailing his mouth lower, worshiping my breasts with licks and nibbles that make me whimper and arch into him.

I grin when I feel him already rock hard against my thigh. Emboldened by his eagerness, I push against his sculpted chest until he rolls onto his back, allowing me to straddle him. DJ’s hands immediately go to my hips as I bend down to plant open-mouthed kisses across his chest.

“I want to blow you,” I whisper against his abs, glancing up at him from beneath my lashes.

DJ’s eyes darken even further, his grip on my hips tightening.

“Fuck yeah, baby. Take my cock in that pretty mouth.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I shimmy down his body until I’m eye level with his impressive erection. Wrapping my hand around him, I give a few teasing pumps before I swirl my tongue around the tip, lapping up the bead of moisture there.

DJ groans, a hand coming down to tangle in my hair. “I’m going to tell you what to do. If it’s ever too much just tap my thigh, okay?”

I swallow and nod, gazing up at him. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter. Fuck, it turns me on to hear him order me around.

“Good. Then take it deep, Syd,” he commands. “Fuck my cock with your mouth.”

His gravelly voice lights a fire in my core.

Following his instructions, I start bobbing my head, taking him slowly into the soft wetness of my mouth.

I’ve never blown someone with a cock this big, and the new sensation drives me crazy. Then his other hand grabs the back of my neck and he yanks me down, filling my mouth, pressing his hard cock deep into my throat until I’m choking on him.

DJ’s grip is steady but gentle, as if he’s fully aware of my limits and holding me right at the brink. My eyes water slightly, the moment thrilling in its intensity.

I manage a slight nod, signaling I’m okay, and DJ’s features slacken with pleasure as I start to move up and down his cock, taking him all the way in each time.

As I build my rhythm, DJ watches me intently, his dark eyes glazed with passion. He starts directing me again, his voice husky.

“Just like that...you’re doing so good,” he encourages as I work him deeper with each motion, his moans urging me on, taking him into my throat over and over until I’m lightheaded.

“Tell me what to do next, DJ,” I manage to gasp out. There’s something exhilarating about giving in to this act, letting him order me around. I’ve never felt so turned on.

DJ’s smirk turns decidedly wicked, his eyes dancing with mischief and yearning.

“Get up here,” he commands, the authority in his voice sending a shudder of anticipation through me. “I want that tight pussy on my cock.”

Eager to please and equally eager to have him inside me again, I shift my position and crawl up until I’m straddling him. I align myself above him as he rolls a condom on.

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