Page 63 of The Puck Chase

His stare holds mine captive, searching it for the possibility of a lie, but it’s one he won’t find. Because he might be the one who is broken, but I’m the one he is healing, one kiss at a time.

The first time I laid eyes on him, I knew he was trouble, and that has never been truer than it is right now. With the taste of him still in the back of my throat, his tight rim choking my cock, and that smug grin staining his lips as he tells me he can take it. Well, he has never looked fucking better.

And he’s all fucking mine.

Slowly I draw my hips back, until only my crown remains inside of him, a delicious pained moan slipping past his lips, and fuck I want to swallow every sound he could ever make. I slam back inside of him, and am instantly rewarded with another strangled groan, his eyes rolling back as he presses his ass down into me, choking my cock in a damn vice.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I grit through my teeth, crushing his hips in a bruising touch, that excites me more than it should.

“And you’re so fucking thick,” he gasps, making me feel like I’m on top of the fucking world, especially when his hand reaches up and pulls at my neck, dragging my mouth back to his.

I kiss him freely, wildly, forcefully, and in a way I have been envisioning since the night I found him in my fucking bed three years ago. A night where I wanted him, but thought I would never have him, and now he is writhing beneath me and moaning my damn name.

I pull back and push inside him again and again, relishing in every gasp and moan that slips past his lips, as he begs for more against mine. And I see the moment pain turns to pleasure, his thigh lifting up and sending me deeper, until we both groan. Leaning on one hand, I use the other to grip his thigh, holding him against me, as I watch my cock disappear into his hole, a place no one but me has been before, and possession like I have never known flows through me.

He’s mine, fucking mine, and fuck does he feel good.

My hips move in long, slow rolls, letting his ass swallow every inch of me on repeat, his body becoming pliable beneath mine, as I thrust all the way in again and again. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby, your greedy hole was fucking made for me.” His eyes roll so far this time that they close, and my hand snaps from his thigh to his throat. “Ah, ah, Gray, eyes on me when I’m fucking you,” I demand, as his eyes snap open and he forces his hooded gaze to mine, and fuck he’s beautiful.

He could have anyone, and he has. Yet he is looking at me like I am the only person in the fucking world. Like he would die if I wasn’t fucking him right now, and even as his eyes dance across my chest, and down my stomach, he doesn’t recoil. There is no disgust or pity in his stare as they trail over my scars. Only pure, unfiltered desire, that makes me wish I could keep him forever.

His ass strangles my cock, and it’s better than any fucking high, especially when he begs in that needy little voice of his. “Harder, Daemon, please,” he pleads, with no true understanding of what it does to me.

“You think you can take me,” I taunt, pulling out to my tip, knowing no one has ever felt so good wrapped around me, before slamming back inside of him with a hard snap of my hips that has him groaning in delight. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget everyone else,” I warn, wanting to erase anyone who came before me, yet instead of looking afraid, he looks delighted. A thought that makes me sick and excited at the same time, his pulse strumming against my fingertips, as I squeeze his throat even tighter. “My cock owns you now, baby, and I’m going to make it hurt so fucking good for you,” I grunt, another warning, but my words only have him smiling up at me, like I just hung the damn moon.

“Then you can kiss it better for me when you’re done,” he grunts, leaning into my hold on him, nipping at my lip and sucking on my tongue, until something inside of me snaps.

Then I am fucking him. There are no slow rolls of my hips, or gentle thrusts, I am fucking him hard and deep and fast, slamming into him again and again, until the words and noises falling from his mouth are complete gibberish, spurring me on. It’s like I have lost my mind and he is the only solution, as I grip both his thighs around me and rut into him like a man gone insane.

ArcherfuckingGray, a whore for all intents and purposes, one I have shared a threesome with, and seen fuck his way through most of the girls on campus. Yet here he is, falling apart around my cock, and moaning my name like I am the only person in the world. His ass is hot and tight, and I fuck him with every inch of me, and it still isn’t enough. Not even when I findthat sweet spot inside of him, and his body practically leaps off the bed.

“Oh my fucking god,” he screams, and I bend my arm around his back, holding his tight little hole in place for me to use and abuse. Fucking him harder and rougher than I have anyone else before, and he takes every snap of my hips, as my bed frame starts to slam into the wall.

“That’s it, Gray, you take me so fucking well, and the whole house is going to hear you fall apart for me,” I spit, reaching for his cock and jerking it roughly with my hand, pre-cum already soaking every inch of him, and still I need more. “I want to hear you scream my name when you come for me,” I demand, fucking him with brute force, as the hand around his cock swivels over his crown, making him moan loud, wanton, and fucking desperate. “That’s it, Golden Boy, let them hear what I do to you, what only I can do to you.”

I hit that spot inside of him again and his body begins to shake, tightening around me like a fucking vice, one I never want to escape. “Yes, Daemon, fuck, yes, don’t stop, please,” he splutters, meeting me thrust for thrust, and the sounds of the wet slaps of our skin have my back tingling, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.

“Come for me, Archer, come with my cock buried deep inside of you, please,” I grunt, and that’s all it takes, just those words, and he is exploding. A euphoric scream tears from the back of his throat, as cum spills onto his stomach and hand, but still I don’t stop.

I thrust one, two, three more times, until I feel myself fall, drowning so completely in him that I’m not sure I will ever be able to breathe again. I spill inside of him, not stopping until he has milked every last drop from my cock, then I am collapsing on top of him in a heap, not a feeling of panic or despair in sight.

His arms instantly band around me, holding me against him, like he’s afraid if he lets go I might run, but where would I run to, when the only thing I need is right here beneath me?

“Daemon,” he gasps, his breath hot and heavy against my neck, and I take comfort in its warmth. “That was,” he trails off, looking for the right word, but he doesn’t find it, or at least he doesn’t say it if he does.

Lifting my head up I meet his stare, brushing his golden hair back from his forehead. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I ask again desperately, and his smile only widens.

“Hurt me? Daemon that was fucking incredible,” he laughs, until he takes in my serious face, and his smile finally drops. “Was it okay for you?” I hate the way he sounds unsure of himself all of a sudden, and I am already pressing my forehead back to his, breathing him in once more.

“Baby, I feel like I’ve died and gone to Heaven,” I tell him truthfully, or as close to Heaven as someone like me would ever be allowed, and that damn smile is back, as his hands begin to stroke up and down my back in gentle touches.

“I thought we were destined for hell?” He asks, and I smirk, as I kiss him once more, already too addicted to having him beneath me, yet he returns it without pause.

When I pull back, I flick my stare down our bodies to where his cum is now spread across both our stomachs, and laugh a little. “Looks like we need another shower,” I tell him, glancing back up, and even though we both just came, the heat in his eyes is palpable.

“I think where you’re concerned, showering might be my new favorite activity,” he grunts, wincing a little as I pull out of him, discarding the condom, and still his stare doesn’t linger anywhere but on me as a whole.

“Then let’s go, Golden Boy, and I’ll introduce you to some aftercare.”

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