Page 55 of The Puck Player

She’s so fucking perfect.

“Mm, that’s it, good girl,” I praise, not relenting on the movement of our hands until she is completely falling apart beneath me, but still I don’t stop. With her body still trembling, I slide her hand down her pussy, pressing her middle finger against her hole until I can add, “Slide a finger inside your pussy, Aubree, fuck yourself with it, in and out,” I demand, releasing her instantly and groaning at the way she immediately does as she’s told.

I watch as she fucks herself slowly, teasing the tip of her finger in and out, gaining more confidence every time. “Am I okay? Am I doing it right?” she pants, lost to her pleasure, as she flicks her stare between me and her hand.

“You’re fucking perfect, baby,” I breathe, watching her fuck her virgin hole in the most erotic display I have ever fucking witnessed. “You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever had the pleasure of seeing,” I add, utterly mesmerized by her, and she gasps at my words. “Now massage your clit with your thumb.” I maneuver her hand, guiding it to where she needs to be, so she can play with her clit and fuck herself at the same time, and the groan she releases is unholy.

“Alexander,” she chokes roughly, the pleasure becoming too much, but I know she won’t stop, she’s in too deep. Lost just asmuch as I am, between the lines we have now not just blurred, but obliterated completely.

“I know, baby, I know,” I tell her truthfully, feeling the need more than I ever have before.

Her fingers start to move a little harder, fucking herself roughly, and I think about how good she would feel wrapped around my cock. Any other girl and I’d have already taken over, shoved her hand aside and replaced it with my mouth and cock, and I grip myself through my jeans with a hiss. Her eyes track my hand and she groans at the sight, slamming her finger inside of her harder and harder.

“You’re fucking yourself so fucking good.” My words are gritted through my teeth, as her legs spread even wider, fucking herself deeper, and the image of her like this will be seared into my brain forever. She is rolling her hips against her hand, her entire body tightening, as she reaches the cliff once more. “Come for me, Aubree,” I plead desperately, and she explodes again with a scream, and I watch in fascination, as she soaks her rapidly moving hand, not relenting until she is completely spent and breathless.

“Alexander,” she breathes, completely content, and I wait until she has wrung every drop of pleasure from her body before I move to dart off the bed, but she flies up and grabs my arm. “Don’t go,” she begs.

“I just need to go and take care of something,” I force out, readjusting my heavy and aching cock, and her eyes fly down to the obvious bulge in my pants.

“Do it here,” she whispers, flicking her stare back to mine. “Show me how you do it, how you pleasure yourself,” she begs, her voice barely audible, but every word slams into me, crushing me like a vice.

“Aubree,” I say carefully, as she relaxes back onto her bed, her glistening pussy still on display.

“Come on, Alexander, I showed you mine,” she taunts, and I lower myself back to my knees between her thighs, ripping open my jeans and freeing myself, not dropping her stare, as I fist my aching cock.

When she drops her stare, she inhales sharply, watching in awe, as I begin to stroke myself from root to tip. I’m sensitive as fuck and I know I won’t take long, especially not with the way she is watching me, and as her teeth sink into her lower lip, I groan deeply. I watch her watch me, and as I move my hand a little faster, her own slides back to her pussy, once again massaging her clit.

“Fuck, Aubree, you’re going to be the death of me,” I curse, fucking my fist roughly, as I watch her play with herself with her new found skill, aching to be the one giving her pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful,” she moans, completely locked in on my hard and leaking dick.

“You like watching me fuck my hand, love?” I ask, watching her tease her clit in quick, featherlight touches, as if she can’t handle any more pressure, and she nods rapidly. “What if I told you I’ve been fucking my hand every night since the moment I met you?” I add in question, and her eyes fly to mine, gauging how serious I’m being. “I’ve fucked my hand raw imagining it was your sweet little cunt, Aubree, and you’d let me fuck you so good, wouldn’t you, baby. Let me spread you open and fuck you long and deep, until the only god you knew, was me.”

“Yes, god, yes,” she moans, her fingers now furiously swiping at her clit, her gold ring soaked in her arousal.

I am mesmerized by how she works herself over, the flush of her cheeks, the glazed look in her eyes, the way she delicately pants out her words as she experiments with her body. It’s fucking heaven on earth.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn, stroking myself with quick flicks of my wrist, until white ropes of cum explode out of the end of my dick, coating my fist and her thighs.

“Oh my god,” she cries, following me into release, as the two of us fall apart completely.

I take in her cheeks, painted in a hot flush, and her thighs painted in our pleasure, and come to only one conclusion. I am head over fucking heels for my coach’s daughter, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

We both pant heavily as we come down from our pleasured haze, and before I can even say anything, Alexander leans forward, grabs my hand, and sucks my fingers into his mouth. His tongue swirls around them, lapping at them like they are the best thing he has ever tasted. He’s groaning deeply, and all I can do is watch, wishing he would put his tongue somewhere else. My entire body is on fire, burning with an intense heat I never could have imagined I’d survive, let alone be desperate for more of. Yet as I watch Alexander lick my arousal from my skin, I can’t help but think that hell doesn’t seem so bad after all.

When he pulls back, I hear the clink of something against his teeth, as his stare flicks between me and his cum on my thighs, and I watch as he tucks himself away with a pleasuredsigh. “Don’t move, I’ll get something to clean you up,” he replies, tossing me a knowing look, as he retreats from my room. It isn’t until my bedroom door has closed behind him that I realize he took my purity ring with him.

Well, I guess it does belong to him now.

He returns a moment later with a warm washcloth, taking his time cleaning me up, and surprisingly it doesn’t feel awkward. There is no embarrassment or regret, it just feels exactly as it should, an intimate moment with someone I trust.

When he’s done, he eyes me, searching my stare, until he asks, “Are you okay?”

I can’t help but choke out a giggle at his question. “Alexander, I just had three orgasms that felt like the most intense out-of-body experience I have ever had, and you want to know if I’m okay,” I laugh, shaking my head in disbelief, but when he doesn’t crack a smile, I take a deep breath. “I feel perfect, thank you.” Only at my words does he finally seem to relax, looking around my room a little awkwardly.

“It’s getting late,” he starts, but I cut him off at the same time.

“Will you stay with me?”

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