Page 50 of Good Pucking Luck

“Oh, look at that. Your dick has come out to play,” Rylan teases, and I can’t help laughing. “Turn around. Let me open up that pretty, pink hole.”

I shiver, a pulse of electricity heading straight to my dick and making it throb with need. “Oh my God. Dirty talk is so hot.” I scramble to turn around.

“You like that? You like me talking about what I want to do to you? How I’m going to eat your ass until you’re panting and writhing, and then I’ll pull back and open you up with my fingers, until you’re begging for my cock.”

Part of me searches for something sarcastic to say. Wants to scoff at his words and brush them off like this isn’t hotter than the temperature in hell. I’m not proud that nothing pops into my head and all I can say is, “Yes, please. Let’s get started.”

I straddle him again, facing away from him, then look over my shoulder to see Rylan is smiling. It’s so big, it can’t possibly be fake. “God, you’re fun.” He gives my ass a playful swat. “Jesus, look at this.” He covers each ass cheek with a hand and spreads them even more. “Such a sexy hole. I can’t wait to bury my tongue in it, keep my face in your crease and make you scream my name.”

Pleasure crackles inside me, making me jittery and needy. I push my ass against his face, wanting Rylan to do exactly as he said. He doesn’t lick me yet, though, just runs a finger down my crease, through the light dusting of hair, before settling on my hole.

“Been thinking about this. I jerk off thinking about what it will be like to fuck you.”

“Then do it,” I say breathlessly, head spinning.

“Fuck yes,” he replies before his finger is gone and his tongue lashes against my rim.

Rylan devours my ass like it’s his last meal, making hungry sounds as he flicks and kisses and works his tongue against me. I rock back, needing to feel full of him, needing a million things my brain can’t seem to compute at the moment.

He pauses to kiss my left ass cheek before diving in again, lapping at me. Each flick of his tongue sends pleasure shooting through my body. My eyes fall closed as I soak it in, feel sexier and more desired than I ever have. How can good sex make mefeel this way? Or maybe it’s not just that, and it’s that Rylan is just that good.

I move against him, push back and rub our torsos together. When I open my eyes, his thick, veiny cock is right there, making my mouth water. Holding the base with one hand, I suck him, bob on his dick while he savors my ass like it’s his favorite thing. I love the feel of his hot, hard length against my tongue, love how it stretches my lips and the power I feel in sucking Rylan off. His scruff’s now rubbing against my sensitive ass, and the way his thighs tighten and his body jerks, seeking more of me, of the pleasure I give him…I’ve never felt this kind of high.

My dick is aching between us, throbbing, my balls so full. Rylan pulls back from my ass and laps at my nuts, sucking and kissing them, before his tongue travels back to my hole again.

God, I want to swallow his cum, but I also don’t want him to orgasm until he’s inside me. Whichever way, it’s me giving him this, my body making him feel so good. Maybe I shouldn’t find strength in that, but I do. No man has ever felt wild for me until Rylan.

I whimper around his cock when his tongue is gone, but then I feel his finger pressing against me. My head pulls back just enough that his dick falls out of my mouth, as his finger is breaching my rim.

“Yes…God yes. I want it. Need it.”

Who knew I’m such a needy little bottom? At least I am with him.

“Is this what you want?” Rylan pushes his finger deeper. The slightly rougher feel tells me he hasn’t used lube yet, but he softened me up enough with his tongue and saliva that it’s okay.

“Yes.”

“I wish you could see this, see the way your ass is sucking my finger in. You’re so damn tight. Relax for me, cutie. It’s just me. You know all I want is to make you feel good.”

It’s not until he said it that I realize he’s right, that part of why his finger isn’t gliding in as well is because I’m tensing. “Sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothing.” He kisses one cheek. “Trust me.” Then the other, his finger sliding in and out. I feel how tense I am even though I want this, so I look down at his cock again, rub my face against it, breathe in the heady scent of his musk and arousal, and that helps.

“Suck me. You focus on my cock and let me worry about this perfect fucking hole of yours.”

Yes, that’s what I need. I kiss the crown of his erection, then pepper kisses down, down, down. God, I love dicks, and his is so pretty. Like the rest of him, it feels like a work of art. Letting my tongue in on the action, I lick up and down his shaft, just enjoying this moment and his body.

“That’s it. Fuck, you love that, don’t you? Love my cock. I can feel you relaxing.” He fucks his finger in and then pulls it back out again, the glide easier, but if he used lube, I didn’t even realize it.

“More,” I beg, something else new for me. I’ve never felt this deep-seated craving for something, for someone, like I do with him. We don’t really know each other well enough for it to be anything more than the chemistry between us, what he does to my body, and the fact that Rylan is just a good man. That must be it. I refuse to believe anything else.

“I got you. Gonna get you all ready to take my cock.”

This time as I continue to make love to his dick with my mouth, I hear the lube, feel the cold liquid, and tremble when he pushes two fingers inside me.Yes, yes, yes.

I suck him to the back of my throat again, try to make him feel as good as he does me while Rylan twists and fucks me with two fingers.

“You’re opening up so good, your pretty, pink hole stretching for me. I’m gonna give you a third finger, gonna watch you take all three for me.”

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