Page 57 of Pucking Amazing

With one hand, he lifts up one of my legs to rest my heel on his shoulder, spreading me wide, exposing my pussy and ass to his eager fingers. It’s an obscene position and for a moment I have the urge to cover myself, but when I take in the worshipful expression on his face, I relax and open for him, my heart racing with anticipation.

Slowly, he begins to prepare my ass, one finger slipping inside with ease, gradually adding more until I’m breathing heavily from the stretch and sensation.

I’m breathless, eager for more, so when he suddenly stops and pulls away I whine in frustration. He chuckles, then his expression grows serious again.

“Are you sure about this?”

Our eyes meet and I nod, my throat dry. “I’m sure.”

“If anything is too much just tell me,” he says, waiting until I nod again.

Then all at once he flips me over and I don’t even have time to catch my breath before his hand comes down hard on my ass cheek. The sting is sharp and sudden.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice laced with both amusement and desire.

“Yes,” I groan. “Spank me again. Fuck me while you spank me, DJ.”

I have no idea where this version of myself is coming from but I don’t have time to analyze my newfound boldness. Almost as soon as I get the words out, the head of his cock nudges up against my tight, virgin ass, slowly pushing in.

The sensation is intense, a slow, stretching pressure that has me gripping the sheets beneath me, gasping hard, my face pressed down into the mattress.

DJ pauses, letting me adjust to him for just a moment, confirming I’m ready before swiftly pushing the rest of the way into me and slapping my ass again, harder this time.

His hands grip my hips tightly and he begins to move, each thrust slow and deliberate, driving deeper into me with a controlled ferocity that has my toes curling. The dual sensations of pain and pleasure mingle exquisitely, sending wave after wave of intense satisfaction crashing through me.

“Is this what you wanted?” DJ asks between thrusts, his tone teasing yet heavy with lust as he spanks me again, once, twice.

“Yes,” I manage to gasp out, the words barely audible above the sound of our slick bodies moving together. “Yes, DJ, yes, don’t stop.”

DJ chuckles softly and his pace increases, his movements becoming more forceful as he pounds into me.

Another spank lands on my throbbing, stinging ass, the pain sharpening the pleasure twisting through me until I’m moaning incoherently beneath him, the sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

DJ’s control is impeccable, his strokes calculated to drive me wild. The mix of sharp, sweet pain and deep, fulfilling thrusts pushes me toward the edge again.

“Look up, Syd. Look at us,” he commands harshly, and I obey, realizing the mirror over his dresser reflects us perfectly.

For a breathless moment, our eyes lock. Watching his cock pump in and out of my ass, his hands alternating caresses with hard smacks on my abused skin, sends a new wave of unbridled arousal through me. The visual is raw, primal, impossible to look away from.

DJ’s eyes, focused and intense, hold mine in the reflection, a silent challenge that provokes an unbearable response in my core.

His strokes pick up pace, relentless now, and another climax builds, fierce and unstoppable. “Tell me you’re mine,” he growls roughly, reaching one hand around to rub hard on my aching clit.

“I’m yours,” I breathe out, the words a white-hot truth in the tumult of sensations overwhelming me. As the words leave my lips, DJ’s hand connects with my rear again, sharper and more possessive than before, cementing his claim.

One deep thrust and a smack that resonates through my entire body and I shatter once more.

My vision blurs with tears of intense release as DJ continues to thrust relentlessly, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate until, with a guttural roar, he finally spills himself deep inside my ass, his body shuddering against mine.

We collapse together, a tangle of limbs and sweat-slick skin, breathing heavily. DJ rolls off me and lies back on the bed, pulling me close. His heartbeat is fast but steadily slowing, a comforting rhythm that echoes my own.

After a stretch of silence filled only with our synchronized breathing, DJ kisses the top of my head again.

“That was...” he starts, but seems at a loss for words.

“Incredible,” I finish for him, smiling into his skin. He nods, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on my back.

“Yeah. Incredible,” he agrees, his voice tinged with awe.

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