Page 31 of Suck My Puck

I shrug. “My teammates dared me to in college.”

Bella chuckles and shakes her head. “You’re something else.”

When she grips the base of my hard dick, I almost choke.

Fuck.

Her hand is soft and silky and feels so damn good…

I lean my head against the back of her couch and let out a breath.

When she glides her hand up and down the shaft of my dick, I grit my teeth. She runs a finger gently along the head, right over my piercing, where I’m extra sensitive. Pleasure rockets through my cock.

“Is this okay?” she asks, her voice quiet.

Eyes closed, I nod. After about a minute, I put my hand over hers and stop her.

Her eyebrows crash together as she aims a concerned look at me. “Did I do something wrong?” she asks.

My chest aches at how sweet her voice sounds.

I shake my head and smile as I cup my free hand over her cheek.

“Why did you stop me then?”

“Because what you’re doing feels really fucking good, and I don’t want to come yet.”

Her cheeks flush.

“I wanna watch you play with yourself now.”

Her mouth falls open. After a second, she starts to smile.

“You seemed pretty pissed earlier when I called your sex toy collection tame. So show me how dirty you can get.”

She blinks at me like she can’t believe what I just said.

But a second later, she stands up and bites her bottom lip as she fights a smile. “Okay.”

She walks off, and I sit there, my dick in my hand, trying to steady my breathing while all the blood rushes to my cock at the thought of watching this gorgeous and feisty woman use her sex toys on herself.

A minute later, she returns. When I see a hot pink vibrator and white dildo in her hand, my balls tighten.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

She flashes a knowing smile. “How do you want me?”

I swallow and breathe before sliding over to one end of the couch. I plant one foot on the ground and turn to face the other end. I nod my chin at the other end. “Right there.”

She steps over to the opposite end of the couch. She sets her toys down, unzips her jeans, and then slides them off, revealing a cute pair of light blue cotton panties.

She glances down, her eyes shy when she looks back at me. She gestures along the length of her body. “I don’t match.”

I let out a soft laugh. “You think I care about what your bra and panties look like? You’re gorgeous, Bella.”

That shy look fades, replaced by a beautiful smile.

She sits down, leaning her back on the arm of the couch. She grabs her toys in her hands. “So you think I’m tame, huh?”

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