Page 67 of The Puck Decoy

She is dripping all over me, begging and pleading until I bury my tongue inside of her and become addicted to the sounds of her pleasured cries. I fuck her with my tongue, lapping at her cunt until her entire body starts to tremble, only then do I return to her clit, sucking it roughly between my lips and letting it graze against my teeth.

“Joshua,” she cries, pulling my hair until I think she might rip it out, but still I don’t let up. “Don’t fucking stop,” she begs, and I almost laugh against her pussy. Stop? As if I could ever fucking stop.

Isn’t that what being an addict is? Not being able to stop, and I am pretty sure I am now addicted to her.

Her pleas turn into screams as I force two fingers inside of her, keeping up my attack on her clit, as I slowly fuck her with my hand. In and out, harder and harder until she is slamming her hips to my face and mouth in search of her release, and fuck I want to give it to her. I have never wanted to give anyone anything more in my life.

Eyes closed, head thrown back, hands fisted in my hair, and tits begging to be fucked, it’s all I can do not to explode, as I feast on her sweet cunt until she’s almost crying out in relief as her orgasm hits her. I don’t stop fucking and sucking on her until she can barely keep her body upright, only then pulling back, pressing soft, gentle kisses to every inch of her cunt, before letting her collapse on the bed beside me.

“Fuck,” she pants, struggling to catch her breath, and the look in her eyes as she watches me lick the taste of her from my mouth is sinful. “Now what?” she asks, like a needy little brat, and I have to smirk, as I lean off the bed and look down at her.

“Now, I’m going to take my time showing you who you belong to, does that sound good, Mrs. Peters?” I ask, not really searching for an answer, but still she bites her lip and nods.

“That sounds like exactly what I need, Mr. Peters,” she purrs, making me fall deeper into my new found obsession.

I am so fucked.

I’ve lost count of how many girls I have fucked, and that’s not me trying to be a dick, I just never cared for any of them. They were a means to an end, something to pass the time while I dealt with my father’s bullshit, and right now I can’t even remember a single one of them. Hallie is spread out beneath me on my bed with my ring on her finger, and fuck she has never looked so good.

Usually the news of my father’s misdeeds would have sent me into a spiral, but she has managed to push it out of my mind with ease, and not for the first time. Hallie has had the ability to consume me since I was eleven years old, and in just a few short weeks of not pushing her away, everything has changed. We still have the same friendship and shared jokes from before, but goneis the distance, and in its place is something I never thought I’d have, least of all with her.

Her hair is splayed out across my pillow, and I know it will only increase the stain of her sweet scent on my bed sheets that I have become accustomed to. Her eyes are glazed, her pupils blown out in lust, as she stares up at me with a hunger that I’m sure mirrors my own. There is no mask on her face tonight, just the smile that first drew me in, and a need that rivals how desperate I am for her.

I move until I am settled between her parted thighs, my thumbs skimming the bare skin across the top of her stockings, mesmerized by the way she breaks out in goosebumps beneath my touch. Fuck. How the fuck did we get to a place of such magic between us.

“Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to fuck me?” she asks, delighting me in a way she always does, and my heart starts beating wildly in my chest.

There is something happening inside of me, something that I have never felt before, something I don’t even know how to name. It’s like there’s an electricity thrumming within me, a fluttering deep in the pit of my stomach, that only intensifies as I lean down on one arm and fuse my lips to hers. She doesn’t just taste like sunshine, she tastes like mine, like she always has been, and it’s unnerving. Her lips are soft and wet, and I feel like I could kiss her forever and never get bored, but as my body presses into hers she moans into my mouth, making me groan.

I pull back and she is panting heavily, her chest heaving in an attempt to catch her breath, and the sight of it is addicting. I always want this, I want her here beneath me, her mouth on mine, her hands in my hair. I could feel the scrape of her rings against my skull, and it made me feel like I was going insane for her, yet I never want it to stop.

“I told you, Tink, I’m not fucking you, I’m owning you,” I finally respond, sliding my dick up and down her slit until I am drenched from her release. Fuck she’s wet, all warm and slick, and my throat burns to taste her again. I want to taste her forever.

“I don’t feel much owning going on,” she purrs, pulling me in for another kiss and grinding her hips on my cock like she is as desperate as I am. She’s blind if she thinks there is no owning going on here, she owns me completely.

“Such a brat,” I breathe against her mouth, lining my cock up with her opening but then pausing at the tip.

“Such an asshole,” she gasps back, pushing her hips down in an attempt to get me inside her further, and I can’t help but laugh.

Then I push inside her slowly, inch by glorious inch, as her wet heat wraps around me like a fucking vice, making her cry out in appreciation. I tense at the tightness of her, she is fucking dripping for me, and I can feel her clit swelling against my cock as I roll my hips against her, before I begin a slow assault. My pace is tortuous, but I want her to feel all of me, I want her to remember exactly how I feel moving inside of her until she remembers me and only me.

I’m already desperate to come, the feel of her just too damn fucking perfect, but I want to stay inside her for as long as possible, forever if she’d let me. A thought that stuns me, yet I know instantly this is more than either of us are willing to admit to one another, to ourselves, I knew it yesterday on the ice. Hell, I knew it on the ice when I was fucking eleven years old.

“Joshua,” she cries, reaching her hands up to cling to the back of my neck as she meets my every thrust, and fuck, the way she says my name is something I will never be able to erase.

I know she wants more, needs me faster, harder, but I want her moans, I want to drown in her pleas of pleasure until I can’tfucking breathe. “Beg me, baby, beg me or I will stop,” I demand, slipping my tongue back into her mouth and swallowing her moans.

“Harder, Joshua, please,” she begs freely, and fuck I want to come. I want to mark every inch of her skin until there is no mistake on who owns her. I pick up the pace, drawing my cock completely out of her, and then slamming back inside in one slick thrust, pounding into her again and again, and she takes every last bit of me without complaint. “Look at you,” I breathe, leaning up to watch as my cock sinks into her, her pussy swallowing me whole. “Look at how fucking well you take your husband’s cock.”

I have never been territorial before, never wanted to be, but with her it isn’t just a want, it’s a need. I can’t think about whoever had her before me, and thinking about anyone coming after me makes me want to squeeze the life out of something.She’s mine.

“My husband fucks me so good,” she purrs, throwing her head back and closing her eyes, letting the pleasure take over, and her words send me blind with lust.

My hand snaps out before I can stop it, gripping her chin firmly between my fingers until her eyes snap open. “Say that again,” I demand, my pace never relenting as my cock continues to fuck her deep and slow.

“You fuck me so good,” she gasps, eyes aflame beneath my power, and it does nothing to decrease my need for her.

“Don’t be a brat,” I grit back at her, my anger and lust fighting to come out on top. “You know what I want to hear, now be a good little wife and say it again.”

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