Page 77 of The Puck Chase

“I want it,” he gasps in a whisper, as I slam back inside, slow, yet rough. “Harder.”

I pull all the way out again, painfully slow, gritting my teeth as his tight rim slides along my length, until only my tip remains. “Sorry, I can’t hear you. What was that?” I tease him with my crown, pushing it in and out ever so gently, until he is a pleading mess.

“Fuck me hard, rough, fucking split me open, I don’t care as long as you fuck me,” he whines desperately, and it sends me fucking feral.

I slam inside of him again, snapping my hips as hard as I can, before pulling back and doing it again, and again. Fucking him hard, rough, and deep, until his back is arching against me.

“You like that, baby?” I spit against his ear, pulling it between my teeth. “You like when I fuck your greedy hole nice and rough?” He presses his head against the hedge, closing his eyes and nodding rapidly as he takes me, but my hand flies to his hair, gripping it tight, and snatching his head backwards. “Ah ah, you know the rules, Gray, eyes on me when I fuck you.”

Then I capture his mouth with mine, swallowing his moans as I drive into him again and again. I fuck him harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone, everyone before him obliterated from my mind with just the sound of his sinful groans.

I’m holding on by a thread, his ass gripping me like a fucking vice, as I plunge into him again and again. “I’m gonna come again,” he chokes out against my mouth in disbelief, and my thrusts turn sloppy.

“That’s it, Golden Boy, give me all your pleasure, it’s fucking mine,” I tell him, reaching round to grip his cock, and his entire body shudders.

“And you’re mine,” he spits, drawing my lip between his teeth, biting hard before massaging it with his tongue. “So fill me up, baby, come for me, and I’ll come for you,” he purrs, rolling his hips and meeting me thrust for thrust.

His ass slaps against my groin, and when one of his hands flies back to grip my hips, so he can grind himself onto my cock, I’m a goner. “Fuck, yes,” I shout, feeling the moment I peg his prostate, because his entire body clenches, and before I can stop myself, I am emptying myself inside of him.

“Daemon,” he moans, long and loud, cum spilling onto my fist, as he finds his release again, his hips still rolling with mine, milking me completely. His lips seal back to mine, our kiss soft and passionate as we pant against one another, until we are able to catch our breaths.

I finally pull back and drop my head to his shoulder, kissing him through the fabric. “We’re doing that again when we get home, but with a lot less clothes,” I tell him, and he chokes a laugh, as I pull out of him and slip off the condom, tying it in a knot.

When he turns, I am already tucking myself away, and before he can do the same, I step towards him and do it for him, savoring the way his eyes track my every move. He watches me like I am both the most fascinating and important thing in the world to him, and it sends that warm feeling through my chest again.What is that?

I straighten his suit and brush back his hair, before placing one more soft kiss to his lips. “There you go, as perfect as always.”

The smile he gives me is fucking blinding, as he leans forward and fixes my tie. “So fucking obsessed with me,” he winks, before slinking his hand into mine and tugging me back the way we came. “Come on, apparently I owe you a ride on the Ferris wheel.”

I tighten my hand around his as I reply, “I just rode the best ride here, but sure, the Ferris wheel sounds fun.”

His laughing voice is music to my ears, and as we leave the maze, I can’t help thinking that maybe letting someone past my walls isn’t so bad after all?

We drink endless glasses of champagne, eat more cotton candy than I care to admit, and play nearly all of the stall games, and by the time we stumble to the Ferris wheel, I have never seen Daemon looking so happy and free. I drag him onto one of the cages fit for four, and slip a hundred dollars to the attendant to stop us at the top. Then I watch in awe as he grips the rails, surveying the grounds in disbelief while we get higher and higher.

“I can’t believe people actually live like this all the time,” he grunts, watching the party below, before snapping away from the edge as we reach the top.

“I’d say you get used to it, but you really don’t,” I laugh, watching him with keen eyes, which means I notice thetightening of his jaw, as his fists open and close on his thighs. “You’re not scared of heights, are you, Forbes?”

His deadly stare snaps straight to mine. “Don’t fucking start your shit, Gray, and why the fuck are we stopping?” he curses, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Oh my god, you are.”

“Fuck off,” he snaps, and I stand to move to the other bench where he resides, shaking the cage in the process. “What the fuck are you doing? Sit down,” he demands, hands flying to the rails to hold on for dear life.

“That’s a lot of attitude when your boyfriend was just coming over here to help you,” I muse, cozying up to his side, and he cuts me with another lethal glare. “Go on, say it,” I add, eying him with a smirk.

“Say what?” he says on an exhale, still spiraling as he looks around. I reach out and grip his chin between my fingers, pulling his eyes back to mine.

“Say I’m your boyfriend,” I tease, leaning in and trailing kisses along his jaw.

“Are we still on that?” he sighs, tilting his head back and giving me access to his neck.

“I just let you fuck me in a maze,” I grit, nipping the juncture of his throat. “So yes, we are still on that.”

He huffs a laugh that turns into a moan, when I lap my tongue against the mark I’ve just made. “From what I recall, you were moaning my name and asking me to go harder,” he rasps, pulling my mouth to his and kissing me roughly.

“Yeah, and now I want you to moan my name and say you’re my boyfriend,” I mumble against his lips. “I’m yours and you’re mine, so say it.” I force my tongue into his mouth and tangle it with his, and I feel his body relaxing into mine, until I pull away with a smirk.

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