Page 37 of The Puck Secret

His cock is big, and the stretch of him inside of me burns in a way I can’t describe. It’s new and powerful, and so deep in me that I can barely find where I end and he begins. It’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, and I have to hold my breath to keep myself from crying out.

“God, you feel fucking perfect,” he growls, his hold on me tightening to an almost brutal point, that I know I will wear his mark on my skin tomorrow. He pulls out of me in an agonizingly slow pace, before thrusting back into me roughly. “So fucking wet and tight for me.”

“Nova, please,” I beg, so desperate for more, of what I’m not sure, but I know he can give it to me, and it’s as if my pleading is the undoing of his restraint. He snaps, pulling back and slamming his hips into me again, only this time he doesn’t stop. It isn’t slow, or gentle, it’s fast, rough, messy, brutal, as the sounds of our skin slapping together echo around us in a sexual symphony. His grip on me is desperate as he drives into me with no other thought in his mind except fucking me.

His hand reaches up and grips my hair, pulling me back towards him as our stares collide in the mirror once more. His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, and his jaw is tight as he pounds into me at a relentless pace. His breath is hot against the back of my neck as he watches me take every inch of him with ease. I can see the hate and the lust at war on his face, and he has never looked more perfect.

His movements aren’t casual or playful, they’re demanding, possessive, adamant in the way he tries to own me, and I know in this instant that he will be my downfall. There will be no coming back from the claim that Nova Darkmore has just staked on me, and with his cock pumping inside of me, I don’t even want to try.

I’ve fucked hundreds of girls, all in a variety of ways, and not one of them has felt as good as the Mayor’s daughter. They say heaven is a place on earth, but what they meant to say was heaven is inside Madeline Peters’ cunt, as I pound my hard as fuck cock into it. Fuck she feels amazing, and with one hand on her hip, and the other fisted in her hair, I could die right now and go to hell happy, but only if she were to join me.

I thought this thing between us was casual, that I just needed to fuck her and move on, but there is nothing casual about how my cock feels inside of her. One fuck won’t be enough, just like one taste wasn’t enough. This is more than payback or lust, this is something I can’t even describe. I’ve had a taste of perfection and now all I want to do is feast on it.

Our eyes lock on one another in the mirror and I see the lust in hers, the pleasure she is riding, and when she arches her back and pushes me even deeper, I curse, “Fuck, Princess, you take my cock like it was made for you.” I can feel every inch of my dick being claimed by her, as I slide in and out. So fucking wet, so fucking tight, so fucking perfect.

Everything about her is digging deep beneath my skin like little black vines, festering and growing beneath the surface, and poisoning me with her temptation. At this moment I don’t just hate her, I hate that I can’t get enough of her. I hate the way her skin looks tinted pink from pleasure, the way her eyes watch me take her, the way her teeth sink into her bottom lip to try and contain her moans. I hate the way my cock feels sinking into her soaking wet heat, and the way it’s the best thing I have ever fucking felt wrapped around it. And most of all, I hate how I don’t hate her at all.

Gripping my hands tighter, I pull her onto my cock even harder and she meets me thrust for thrust as she moans, “Oh God, please, more.”

“God huh?” I smile, leaning forward and dragging my tongue along her neck as I whisper, “Does that mean you worship me now?”

She tries to roll her eyes at me, but I catch her in the mirror, thrusting inside of her even harder, turning the eye roll into eyes rolling into the back of her head, as she tries to manage the pleasure my dick is giving her. Her wet heat wraps around me, and it takes every bit of self control I have to not explode inside of her.

I pull her head to the side and drag my tongue up her neck again, tasting the slick sweat of her skin, so sweet and fucking salty that I wish I could taste it forever. It reminds me of the taste of her pussy, of her thighs clamping down harshly around my head. And I can’t stop myself from sinking my teeth into the juncture of her neck and biting down hard. She shudders, sending a jolt straight to my cock, as my lips massage the skin that I know will bruise, and the thought of her wearing a mark from me has me rutting into her even more.

So fucking tight.

I drive into her, thrusting my hips again and again, pounding her harder and faster until her whimpers echo throughout the room. I reach around and pull her top down, letting her tits spill out so I can watch them bounce in the mirror as I slam inside of her, burying my cock deeper every time. They're plump and round, with perfect little nipples that I want to take into my mouth and suck on until she begs me to stop.

This isn’t enough, a quick fuck with her bent over in front of me taking me hard and fast. No, I need more, want more. I need her laid out in my bed like my own personal feast, while I lick and taste every inch of her until she is writhing and moaning beneath me. I need her against the shower wall with her legs wrapped around me, while our wet bodies smack together. I need her on top of me, sinking down on every inch of my cock until she is full. No, this isn’t enough.

Will it ever be enough?

Her soft whimpers turn to loud moans that I know the others will be able to hear, and all it does is spur me on. “That’s it, Princess, let them all know how good my cock feels inside of you.” I push her further down, feeling her clench around my cock, squeezing me like a vice. God if only she could see how fucking perfect she looks from my angle, thrust up against the counter with her clothes all bunched up because I was in too much of a rush to take them all the way off. She has driven me wild with need all night, and now I have had a taste of the forbidden, I just want more.

My whole body tightens as all my blood rushes to my groin, that familiar heat starting to build in my cock. “Fuck, Mads,” I groan, her name barely slipping from my mouth, as my hands fist her hips even harder. I was coming, but not before I made her come again. I release one of my hands from her hip and find her pussy, pressing firmly against her swollen clit and rubbing it roughly until her body starts to shake. “Come on, Princess, come on my dick.”

“Oh, Nova, fuck, yes!” Pushing her ass into me, she closes her eyes as she descends over the edge into madness, trembling as I push into her harder and harder. “I’m coming!” She explodes around me, and I choke on my breath as I press her face down into the marble countertop, and pound into her as hard as I can, rattling the shelves around us with the force of my thrusts.

“Fuck yes you are, you’re squeezing my cock so fucking tight,” I grit through my teeth, holding on by a thread as her pussy spasms around me. “Fuck, Mads, so fucking good for me!”

“Nova, please,” she begs, desperate for me to end this pleasure-filled torture between us, and possession like I have never known flows through me at the sound of my name falling from her lips until I am gone.

“That’s it, say my name, tell me whose cock is inside you,” I demand, slamming into her again and again until I feel myself go off. I pull out of her, and stroke my cock once before jets of cum spurt from the end of my dick and shoot all over her ass until she is covered in me.

God that was so fucking hot.

It’s only then I realize that this is the first time I have ever fucked without a condom, and panic floods my system, which she must detect because she quietly murmurs, “It’s okay, I’m on the shot and I’m clean.”

Nodding at her words, I quip back, “Me too.”

Ignoring the fact she is smeared in my release, I collapse against her, struggling to catch my breath, as a haze like I have never known overcomes me. Every muscle in my body is loose and relaxed, yet still screaming out for more of what she just gave me. Of what I just gave her. I try to catch my breath, but when I pull up, bringing her body with me, and our gazes catch in the mirror, all I can think is how much I want to go again. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused after what we just did, and her cheeks are flushed to perfection. She bites her lip as we stare at one another, and I can see the shade of her tough persona sliding back into place now we are no longer connected.

Before she can move, I grip her hip to keep her in place, and lean over to pull a fresh cloth from the shelf, turning on the tap to dampen it with warm water. Then I pull back and gently wipe my release off her ass, as much as it pains me to do so, and when she is clean, I pull down her dress as she fixes the top. When she turns around there is barely an inch of space between our lips, and all I want to do is capture them between my own. I reach up to curl an escaped hair around her ear, but her eyes drop to the floor so I pull back.

“This can’t happen again,” she whispers, almost like she is too ashamed to look at me, and before she can say anything else, I take a step away from her.

I should have known, should have expected this. Why the fuck would someone like Madeline Peters ever want me for more than this? Clearly she didn’t feel what I just felt, and all that does is bring back my resentment for her more than ever. I need to remind myself, and my fucking cock, that we can’t stand her.

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