Page 84 of First Puck

“Holy shit,” he said on a breath.

I didn’t get a reply, because seconds later, his face disappeared behind my ass.

I was sure he was going to thrust into me.

Relaxing my ass, I prepared myself for it, my mouth watering, my cock twitching, gripping his cock in anticipation.

Instead, warm liquid suddenly met my ass.

I jumped in shock, but he kept hold of my hip and wouldn’t let me pull away.

“What are you— Brad! What did you do?”

“Honestly, I never imagined I’d be spitting on your ass. That’s two firsts right there.” He laughed as he suddenly pressed two fingers against me. “Goddammit, Alex, this is insane. I can see your ass twitching.”

“Brad!”

He circled painfully slowly, like he had before, drawing it out, making me weaker as I groaned for him.

“Do you like that, Alex? Do you like the way I’m spreading myself over your ass? Or do you just want me inside you again?” he asked breathlessly.

It was like he couldn’t believe it, either.

My eyes rolled as my ass easily gave way, and suddenly, two fingers were easing their way in. The stretch on my ass was exactly what I needed, and I blushed harder than ever as a whimper sounded from me.

“You’re taking me even deeper, man. It’s like your ass is molding itself to me. Have you always been like this? Cause you’re driving me crazy.”

He dragged them back, and I gasped loudly, shaking, bending to follow the path of his fingers so he wouldn’t leave me empty.

It was only when I was nearly sitting on his chest that he thrust again. And I fell forward, yelling as pleasure exploded through me.

“Brad! Do it again. Please, oh God.” My voice broke, and I couldn’t tell what noise I was really making as he dragged his fingers back, just to slam them back into me. And he finally set a pace.

Like he had when he was licking me, he steadily glided in and out, winding me up even more. Another push, and I lowered onto one elbow. I knew if I didn’t, I was going to fall and end up tugging too hard on his balls.

“Have you ever had three fingers inside your ass?”

I squeezed my eyes closed again, my heart beat with nerves. It was always the firsts. Always the new things, the exciting things, the places no one had been or things he hadn’t done. But what was going to happen when there were no more firsts left for him to take?

“Yeah, I’ve had three fingers before.”

He went weirdly silent, and I wondered if he was disappointed.

“From, er…from another guy?” he finally asked as his fingers popped free of me.

“No, Brad.” I croaked. “Not from anyone else. You’re the first person to touch me there.”

I said it because I was sure it was going to get him going again.

And a laugh burst from him as his fingers stretched open my asshole as they entered me again.

“Shit, I’d love to see you fucking yourself like that. But I’m having way too much fun watching you writhe about. Next time, yeah? Next time, you can fuck yourself for me.”

Pain and hope fought each other inside me. The fact he thought there was going to be a next time messed me up morethan I thought it would. Especially when he pushed all the way inside me. He was getting so hot I couldn’t think anymore. I didn’t even want to reply.

He groaned as he pulled his fingers back again. The drag out was just as good as him thrusting in.

I had to do something to stop myself from being heard by our neighbors, something to plug my throat, and his cock was the perfect solution.

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