Page 37 of Pucked On Camera

"Seems like it." His hand finds mine.

This is the validation I’ve been craving—the kind that doesn’t require a screen or subscription.

"Want to make a quick escape?" he suggests.

"Lead the way," I accept the challenge.

We sneak up the stairs of my childhood home. The excitement at the chance of being caught, loving to be doing this with Riley.

My old bedroom door creaks open, revealing the pastel walls and band posters of my teenage life. Riley steps in behind me, his big body filling the small space.

"Here?" he murmurs, closing the gap between us.

"Here," I confirm, my voice a whisper.

His hands find my waist, pulling me close as his lips capture mine. It's a kiss that speaks of reconciliation and longing, hot and urgent. Our bodies press together, every touch reigniting our flame.

My clothes are shed, and I toss off the pink floral comforter from my youth. There's something thrilling about sneaking off, of doing something so illicit when the house is full of guests.

"I've wanted you all night," he growls, pulling his cock out of his pants. It stands tall against his abdomen, glistening with pre-cum. He watches as I lean in closer, my mouth watering at the sight of it.

"Can I suck your cock?" I ask and kneel before him.

“Princess, you never have to ask that.” He leans forward towards my mouth.

My tongue darts out, swiping across the tiny bead of precum at the tip before taking him fully into my mouth. His hips jerk forward as I begin bobbing my head up and down his shaft. Myhands find their way to his waistband, tugging down his pants and boxers to free his cock completely.

Riley groans loudly, throwing his head back against the wall. He grabs handfuls of my hair, guiding me as I take him deeper into my throat with each stroke. His taste is intoxicating.

As I suck harder, Riley's hips buck against me in response. "You like that?" he asks gruffly between pants.

I nod vigorously around his cock, trying to catch my breath as he continues to thrust in and out of my mouth until he’s pulling away from me completely.

He gently guides me up and onto my bed to lay on my back.

“I want to feel your tight pussy squeeze my cock,” he says while rolling on a condom.

“Yes, please,” I plead.

Riley moves between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance, his hands running up and down my thighs. I feel his hardness pressing against my opening, begging to be let in. I gasp and arch my back as he finally pushes inside, filling me up in one smooth motion. My walls clench around him, eager for more, and he groans.

The sensation is surreal - this man I care so much about, fucking me like we're teenagers again. It hits me all at once: the feelingof his thick cock stretching me out. His hips start to move instinctively.

"Fuck," Riley pants between grunts of pleasure as he picks up speed inside me. "You feel so good."

I wrap my legs around his waist to meet each thrust right where I need him to hit, moaning in response. My nails dig into his shoulders lightly as he thrusts deeper; it's almost too much but somehow not enough when combined with those rough hands on me elsewhere.

The bed squeaks under the force of our movements. Every time he pulls out slightly only to plunge back in again is like a bolt of electricity shooting straight to my core. It’s an exquisite sense of pleasure that leaves me breathless every time.

"Amelia," Riley growls lowly into my ear before capturing the lobe between his teeth. This is a new level of heightened arousal. In my childhood bedroom with everyone downstairs oblivious to what's happening above them. Except, maybe not entirely because someone might still hear us making all this noise. The thought makes me even wetter.

As we reach together towards our peaks, our eyes lock onto one another’s, and something clicks into place between us.

“Fuck, yes! Riley!” I scream his name, as he follows me over the edge of bliss.

We shuffle around on the small bed to catch our breath, and Riley's chest rises and falls against my back, his breath hot on my neck. I'm still catching mine, the flush on my skin not just from what we've just shared.

"Princess," he starts, and there's a lilt to his voice that catches my attention. "You know, this..." He gestures vaguely to the room, to us, "with the high of being possibly caught, it's got me thinking."

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