Page 75 of The Puck Player

“I’ll tell you what you need, Trouble,” he grunts, pulling back and rising to his full height, towering over me as he sucks his cum-covered fingers into his mouth. He moves to the other side of the room, pulling open a drawer in his desk, and when he turns back to me I see the stash of condoms in his hand. “You’re going to be a good little sinner and let me fuck you, aren’t you?” he asks smoothly, discarding his clothes the rest of the way and strolling toward me in all his naked glory.

“I’m always good and do as I’m told,” I rasp, leaning up to watch as he makes his way back to the bed, pulling off my own clothes as we watch one another.

His cock is long and thick, jutting out from his body and begging for attention. His tip is glistening in anticipation and I feel my throat go dry, desperate for another taste of him, but that’s for another time. There is only one hole I am taking him in today, and he knows it.

“Oh, I hope that’s true,” he replies with that same damn smirk that always gets me. The one with the flirty slant, that tells everyone he can have anything and anyone he wants, and when I am spread naked and dripping on his bed, I can’t even deny it. I hate it and love it at the same time. “Don’t look at me like that,” he adds in a pained whisper, stepping back between my legs. “I’ve already broken all your rules, and mine.” His words are said with that same lustful, flirty edge, and we both know how true they are.

He uses his teeth to rip open one of the condoms, tossing the others aside as if he thinks we will use them later, and I watch in awe as he rolls it down his significant length. Only then does he return his focus to me, his hands flying to my hips and flexing against my skin in desperation, gripping me tightly and lifting me, wrapping my legs around his waist and moving until he can sit with his back against the headboard.

My legs are straddled on either side of him and I look at him in confusion. “Put that pussy on me, baby.” He fists himself at the base, stroking his cock through my wetness until it’s coated, and then nestling it at my core. “Fuck me, use me, own me. I’m fucking yours.” His words have me slowly sinking down, the head of his cock pushing past my entrance making us both gasp, as his hands tighten around my hips once more. “Fuck, I think your pussy is the devil,” he hisses, holding me there with him only an inch inside of me.

“More, Alexander, I need more,” I cry, forcing myself further down his length, my plea turning into a choked gasp as he stretches me. It burns like nothing I have ever felt, and when I meet some resistance, he pauses me again, holding me in place as his stare searches mine.

“Do you want it slow and steady or…” he trails off, biting down hard on his lip, like this is killing him as much as it is killing me.

I lean forward, stealing his lips for another kiss, and pushing against the barrier inside of me, the one last thing keeping us apart. “Make it hurt, Prince Charming. I want the full Alexander Reign experience,” I breathe, and he groans into my mouth, lashing his tongue against mine, before pulling back and smirking.

“You asked for it,” he winks, before gripping my hips and slamming me down roughly on his cock, pulling a pained scream from the back of my throat as he tears through my purity. “Oh fuck,” he groans, leaning up and letting his teeth sink into my shoulder, as I feel myself trickle down his length.

It burns, stings, aches, the size of him is so potent it’s like I can feel him in my stomach, and he isn’t even all the way in. There is still another inch or two that I haven’t taken yet, and I am already shaking my head.

“I can’t take it,” I choke out, tears staining my face, as his tongue laps at the mark he has left on my shoulder, before he pulls back, his hand sliding up my chest and collaring my throat.

“I’ll tell you what you can take, Aubree,” he grits, using his other hand to slowly pull me back off his cock, before pulling me down again. “You’re going to fuck me, take every inch of my cock like it was fucking made for you, and you’re going to love every fucking second,” he demands, rolling his hips up and down, slowly moving me on his cock, allowing me to adjust to him, until I start meeting his thrusts with my own.

Only then does he allow me to take over and I slide down, burying him all the way inside of me for the first time, and I have to pause to catch my breath, swallowing his curse with my mouth. He is so fucking deep that I can barely breathe, barely feel anything other than the thick stretch of him inside of me. I raise back up, slowly, meticulously, letting myself feel every thick ridge of his length, coating him in my wetness, as fresh arousal spills from inside of me.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he groans, reaching out and gripping my ass cheeks, squeezing them both firmly, stilling himself inside of me, allowing me to feel his fullness, getting used to the sweet stretch of him.

My hands curl around his neck, toying with the hair at his nape as our eyes collide, and I begin to move slowly, arching my back and starting a sweet, rhythmic roll of my hips. His eyes are on mine, staring into my soul as I thrust back down onto him, fucking him ever so slowly, as he watches me move on top of him. When I start to get a little braver, my confidence growing with every hushed curse and praise that falls from his lips, I pick up the pace a little.

“That’s my girl, faster,” he grunts, spreading my cheeks and flexing his fingers, biting into my skin until I know there are indentations. “Ride me, Trouble, show me how fucking pretty you are when you bounce on my cock.”

I slam down onto him harder, biting my lip at the burn, before quickly moving back up, repeating the motion over and over with a roll of my hips. “Like this?” I pant in question, desperate to please him, knowing that just because it feels amazing for me, doesn’t mean it’s the same for him.

He’s probably fucked hundreds of girls, all of them more experienced than I am, so I want to be perfect for him.

When I roll my hips again, he brings his hand back to my throat, using his hold to pull me against his mouth. “Fuck yes, love, just like that. You’re the best thing I’ve ever fucking felt,” he grits, licking my lips before shoving his tongue in my mouth and kissing me breathlessly.

His praise is like a torch to my flame, making me desperate for more, as I start to bounce on his cock, the pain now a dull ache mixed with the yearning of needing more.

Every time I slam down, I feel myself getting closer, his tongue still fucking my mouth, and when I slam down one more time the pleasure building inside of me bursts.

“Squeeze my dick, baby,” he growls into my mouth. “I want to feel you fucking dripping on my thighs,” he hisses, dropping down and pulling my nipple between his teeth as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. “Fuck, you’re so hot and tight, and it’s all fucking mine. This body, this pussy, these fucking tits, fuck, I’m going to fucking worship you forever, baby.”

My body trembles, my orgasm ripping everything from me, as he continues to fuck me from below, my body a fucking slave to his every thrust. I feel him everywhere, all over me, inside of me, taking me, claiming me, owning me, and changing me forever.

Only when I stop shaking does he grip my hips again, holding me firmly, as he flips us over and slams my back into the mattress, his full weight on me, heavy and delicious. My legs fall apart and his hands roam my body in appreciation, before he is pulling all the way back to the tip and then slamming back inside.

“Oh my fucking god,” I gasp, the new angle taking me by surprise, and his hands splay across my waist, pinning me down even more.

“Not God, love, I’m your salvation.”

Words, simple words, and nothing has ever been more true.

Sex with him is beyond anything I ever could have imagined, and I never want it to stop. He stole me away that night in the bar, and he has been taking from me ever since. My friendship, my respect, my ring, my virginity, but as he moves inside of me, I know the true thing he stole is my heart, and I never want it back.

There haven’t been many times in my life where I felt completely speechless. In fact, I can’t think of any. But as my cock pounds inside Aubree’s pussy, I have no words. I love her pussy, I love the feeling of her warm heat wrapped around me, I love fucking her, but more than that, I just fucking love her. I have fucked so many girls in so many different ways, but not once have I ever felt this. This draw, this need, this unrelenting desire to have her and please her, and just fucking keep her as mine.

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