Page 62 of The Puck Chase

I’ve lost count of how many girls I have fucked over the years, too many to remember, and even more who have fallen to their knees for me and worshipped me with their tongue. Yet not oneof them has had my cock as hard or as aching as it is for him. With each stroke of his tongue, I fall deeper into the pleasure only he can give me, my hips meeting his mouth, as I am driven mad by my need for him.

His eyes are still on mine as he blindly reaches to the bed, and it’s only then I spot the lube and condoms he left there, and every part of me clenches in anticipation. He continues sucking me slowly, as he opens the bottle of lube and squeezes some onto his fingers, before tossing it back to the bed, and pulling me in even closer to him. Then one of his hands is back on my cock, while the other one reaches around and slides between my crease, instantly slathering my hole with the lube he just poured.

“Daemon,” I groan, long and deep, hitting the back of his throat, as one of his expert fingers slides into my ass.

“That’s it, baby, practice saying my name,” he purrs, lapping at my crown with his tongue, as his finger fucks my ass. “You’ll be screaming it soon.”

I tip my head back and give myself over to him, alternating between thrusting my cock into his mouth and forcing myself back onto his finger, until every part of me feels taut and ready to blow. He adds another finger, stroking me deep, and filling me so completely that I can’t even begin to imagine how his cock will compare, but fuck do I want it.

“More, Daemon, please,” I plead, desperate for him to take me, and again I feel his smile around my cock, as he bobs his head back and forth even more, sucking me harder and deeper, as a third finger slips into my ass, stretching me completely. “Oh fuck,” I grit, the burn sharp and quick, as I rock my hips against him, chasing the pain that I know he will turn to pleasure.

“Yes, good boy, fuck yourself on my hand,” he demands, grinding, twisting, and scissoring his fingers in and out of my ass, as I tighten my hold on his neck and begin to fuck his throat roughly.

It’s hot and messy, with spit and pre-cum spilling down his chin, as I chant his name on repeat, and all the while his eyes remain on mine. Like there is nothing in the world as fascinating as watching me falling apart for him, and it’s that look that pushes me over the edge. The dark intensity of his stare, so claiming and possessive, that I explode without warning, my cock going off like a damn bomb, as my cum sprays the back of his throat.

“Oh fuck, yes, fuck,” I yell, not caring if I am alerting the whole fucking campus to what is going on in here. Not when everything about him feels like home.

His fingers still fuck my hole, slow and deep, as he lets my cock fall from his mouth with a plop, and pushes to his feet, claiming my mouth in a searing hot kiss. I taste the saltiness of my release on his tongue, mixed with him, and I moan into his mouth, our tongues battling with one another until we are breathless, but still we don’t stop.

Daemon manhandles me in a way I never thought I would enjoy, but am quickly becoming addicted to, as he switches our position, pushing me back onto his bed, never once breaking our kiss. Our bodies mold together as if they are one, as we kiss and grind, all the while his fingers are still pumping in and out of me so perfectly.

When he pulls away to catch his breath, my hand grips his chin, forcing his head back and baring his throat to me. I kiss and suck at the skin of his neck, pulling obscene sounds from his mouth, as I plead with him for more. “Don’t stop, Daemon, please, I need you,” I beg, pulling more sounds from him, as my tongue laps at his pulse point, before trailing down to one of the scars on his collarbone. “So fucking beautiful,” I whisper against his skin, taking advantage of every bit of him on display for me. “You’re so fucking perfect for me, I need more,” I chant thewords on repeat, savoring the way he leans into my touch, as if he is craving it as much as I am.

“I’m not even close to being done with you,” he gasps, slamming his lips back to mine and swallowing my groan, as he pulls his fingers from my ass and positions himself between my thighs.

When he pulls back, he is watching me with a dark look, a needy look, and fuck, I want him to look at me like this forever. My eyes greedily drink him in, as he pushes up onto his knees, and my hands shake, as I sit up and pull at his towel, meeting his stare, as I pull it from his skin and toss it to the side. Naked. He’s completely and beautifully naked, looking so fucking perfect, and so fucking mine, that I’m not sure what I did to deserve him.

Goosebumps rise on his skin, and I mildly wonder if he has ever shown himself to someone in this way.You are the exception. To everything. His words from earlier float back to me, and I bring my hands to the top of his chest, silently asking for permission. His nod is swift, quick, and I don’t hesitate to trail the pads of my fingertips across his collarbone, marveling at the ink and scarred skin there.

“I’m not even close to being done with you either,” I mutter, watching my fingers, as they trace every mark his father gave him, before meeting his stare, and finding nothing but heartbreak. “These scars don’t define you, Daemon, and if I wasn’t so desperate to have you inside of me, I would take my time showing you exactly what each of them does to me.” To emphasize my point, I lean forward and tease one of his larger scars with my tongue, swirling the raised skin and pretending his pained gasp doesn’t slice right through me.

I hope his father dies in that fucking cell.

Daemon’s skin burns under my affection, and when his hand fists my hair, pulling my head back, his gaze is nothing but predatory now. “You’re desperate for me, are you, Gray?” I nodin his hold, accepting a savage kiss, letting him bruise my lips until they are no doubt red and swollen.

Then he releases my hair and pushes me hard, forcing my back to his mattress, as he rises up on his knees. His huge frame towering over me, as he reaches for a condom and rips it open with his teeth. I watch with rapt attention, as he fists his hard and leaking cock and sheaths it, before drenching it in lube, all the while never taking his eyes off me.

When he settles back between my thighs, I feel the heavy weight of him against my hole, so foreign and familiar at the same time, and I hold my breath in preparation. His hand comes out and I bare my neck, expecting the hand necklace he has become accustomed to giving me, but instead his thumb brushes across my lips delicately.

“Are you sure?” he asks softly, and fuck, everything about him undoes me completely, but nothing more than having him naked and hard between my thighs, while still pausing to ask permission.

Leaning up, I steal another kiss from his lips, pulling him in even closer to me, as I purr, “Yes, I’m sure. Fuck me, Daemon, please.”

His answering groan is growled against my mouth, as he grits, “You have no fucking idea what you do to me when you beg like that.” His cock slides into my hole just a little, and I gasp at the pressure, but he’s there in an instant, reassuring me. “It’s okay, baby, you can take me, I know you can, just breathe and let me in,” he tells me, kissing me softly, as his hips inch forward a little more, and fuck, I have never felt so full.

“Daemon,” I choke his name out, making his jaw tighten, his hands flying to my hips to keep me still when I try to get him deeper, and I exhale out my annoyance, as his chain scrapes along my collarbone.

“That’s it, Golden Boy, let me in,” he grits softly, pushing a little deeper inside, as his hand comes between us to stroke my already hard again cock. “Look at you, already hard and leaking for me again, and I'm not even all the way in yet.” His words are paired with a long firm stroke of my dick, while he slides another inch into my ass, and fuck, I don’t think I have ever been edged like this before.

“Daemon, I need you, please,” I beg, not caring how desperate I sound, and from the strained look in his eyes, I know it’s taking everything in him to show some restraint. I kiss him again, forcing my tongue in his mouth until he is groaning against my lips, and only then do I add, “Fuck me, Forbes.”

Just like I knew it would, my taunt works, and he slams inside of me, my lungs almost caving in from the force of his thrust, but I don’t care if I die right now. At least I would go to hell knowing what it feels like to be ripped apart by his cock. A gasp tears from my throat, my vision blurring a little, as I try to adjust to his dick inside of me, nothing could have prepared me for how he feels. I don’t think I have ever been this turned on in my life, yet the second he bottoms out inside of me, his pained stare meets mine in desperation.

“Are you okay?” he grits, leaning up on his elbows to look down at me, but all it does is give me a better view of him finally buried deep inside of me. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, looking terrified at the thought, but I’m not sure how I can even catch my breath, let alone speak.

Yes it hurts, it burns like a bitch, but still all I want is more. More of him, more of us, more of his fucking cock, and when I finally find my voice, it’s only for another plea.

“You have to move, baby,” I whisper with a smirk, kissing him softly, and pulling his head back to mine. “I can take it, Daemon, I can take all of it, so please, don’t hold back.”

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