Page 69 of Pucking Secret

“Do you want me to stop?”

She hesitates before answering, “No… no, don’t stop.”

My heart hammers in my chest and I need to take a moment to collect myself so I don’t get too excited and rush this. I want to take my time and savor every moment.

I bring the paddle down on her ass again and again, alternating between cheeks until her skin is bright red. She moans, whimpers, and lets out little cries but she never uses her word. When she’s quivering and her pussy is glistening and dripping down her thighs, I toss the paddle aside and cup her ass in both hands. As I begin to massage her reddened flesh, she sighs and relaxes into the mattress and pillows.

“Oh my God,” she moans. “That feels incredible.”

I’m tender with her now. Showing her how much more intense pleasure can be when combined with pain. When she starts grinding her hips into the body pillow, I climb onto the bed and settle on my knees behind her. Grabbing her thighs, I pull her up to my lips, forcing her to push onto her feet so she’s practically in the downward dog position.

“Owen!”

Ignoring her surprised cry, I drag my tongue along her folds. She nearly jerks out of my hold, but I tighten my grip so she can’t get away. I feast on her, licking and sucking until her wetness is flowing and soaking my chin. She tastes fucking incredible. My fingers dig into her ass and I lick my way further up, spreading her cheeks.

“Fuck!” she shouts, making me chuckle. “What are you…?”

I give her a light, playful slap and continue licking. Soon, her legs are shaking and she’s panting and straining against her wrist restraints.

“Are you going to come for me?” I ask in a low growl.

“I’m so close,” she whimpers. “Don’t stop, please…”

Clutching her against my mouth, I lick her with more intensity until she screams and her body convulses as herorgasm rips through her. I mercilessly draw out her release for as long as I can. Only when she starts twisting to try and escape me do I let her go and lower her hips back to the bed. She continues to shiver and moan as I climb off the bed. I strip out of my pants and take hold of my cock, stroking it a few times as I stare down at her flushed body splayed in front of me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I hiss. “You drive me fucking crazy. I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside your pretty little pussy.”

She doesn’t respond — I’m not sure she can — and the only sound out of her is a low groan. I climb back onto the bed behind her and grab her hips again, pulling her onto her knees.

“Owen,” she gasps when I press the head of my cock against her entrance.

“Hold on, baby.” Thrusting my hips forward, I slowly push into her. She’s wet, warm, and tight, and feels so good I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming on the spot. I pause when I’m fully inside her and regain control of myself before I start to move.

Pleasure rushes through me and I let out a long growl. Reaching down, I pin her down by the back of her neck as I start to pound into her. Stacey moans and cries and I can’t help making my own groans. Reaching under her, I find her clit and rub it as I fuck her hard, wanting to make her come again before I do.

“You love getting pounded by this hard cock, don’t you?” I growl. “You get so fucking wet for me. My perfect girl.”

“Yes,” she whimpers. “Oh, God, yes. I love your cock. I love it, I love it, I love it!”

“That’s a good girl.” I can’t help but smirk, pure male pride pulsing through me along with my desire. “I want you to come for me, baby. I want to feel you milking my cock as your pussy begs for my cum.”

When I feel her start to spasm around me, screaming out my name as her second orgasm hits her, I can’t help but lose the last of my control. I slam into my peak, coming so hard stars explode in my vision. Leaning over her, I press my lips to the top of her head. We stay like this for several moments, connected because I’m not ready to remove myself from her, catching our breaths.

She sags into the bed and I move off her so I don’t crush her. Holy shit. My legs feel weak. They tremble as I move to sit beside her on the bed. Brushing my hand over her face, I remove her mask. Her eyes are hooded and wet with tears as she gazes up at me.

“You okay?” I ask softly.

She blinks and slowly nods. “Oh yeah… I definitely am. More than okay. Owen, that was… that was amazing…”

I smile and lean down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Pushing to my feet, I walk around to the end of the bed again, Stacey lets out a confused whimper.

“Aren’t you going to untie me?”

Chuckling, I drag my finger along the bottom of her foot. She gasps and jerks it away from me.

“Why would I do that?” I ask in a teasing tone. “We’re far from done.”

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