Page 8 of One Last Puck

“What did you just say?”

He slapped my ass, delivering steady, long strokes from underneath, sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“Don’t talk. Just fuck me,” I repeated, shutting my eyes and allowing that euphoric feeling of him stretching my walls to consume me. This was precisely what I needed.

“Ooh, that feels good!”

“I didn’t hear you, Faye.” He pounded deeper and harder inside me. “What the fuck you want me to do?”

“Shut up and fuck me.” I panted. Lust was taking full control of my body as I attempted to roll my hips to match his thrusts. “I need you to fuck me!”

“With pleasure!” Jax’s voice dropped an octave. “With motherfucking pleasure.”

He gripped my ass cheeks with force, and in one swift motion, he rose to his feet. His dick never missed a beat as he dove into me standing up.

“Oooh fuck!” I shouted.

My arms naturally wrapped around his neck as he threw me up and down on his dick like I weighed nothing… as if all 265 pounds didn’t faze him.

“This pussy squeezing my dick,” he grunted, pounding me harder and harder.

I couldn’t do anything but moan and hold on for the ride. No man I’d been with had ever fucked me midair. I was terrified and turned on at the same time. The sound of our bodies slapping and my juices coating him filled the room as his dick rearranged my insides.

“Ooh, shit. It’s so big,” I moaned as my body stretched more and more to welcome him inside me. I’d never been this full. Shit, it was almost too much.

“This the dick you wanted, right?” he teased as he thrusted inside me. A satisfied smirk formed on his face.

“Yes!” I cried.

“Good.” He smacked my ass. “It’s yours!”

He lowered me slightly before drilling into me with fast, quick strokes, making my head fall back. My legs wrapped around his body as he continued his assault on my middle. This man had no business fucking me like this. I was a stranger. But dammit if I was going to complain. I was enjoying every minute of this.

“Fuck, this pussy is good. I’m never leaving this motherfucker! This pussy mine. Do you hear me?”

My eyes widened at his words as I shook my head. There he went again, opening his mouth.

“Shh! Just sex,” I said again, but he shook his head.

“Nah. Let that pussy confirm what I already know,” he whispered, bouncing my ass up and down on his dick hard and fast.

I couldn’t think straight.

“Shit,” he grunted.

“Ooh,” I moaned. My pussy tightened its grip. I was about to explode.

“That’s it. Make that motherfucker spit for me,” he coached, and on cue, my body shivered in his arms.

“Oh my God! I’m cumming!” A gasp escaped my lips.

“Make it spit for me,” he repeated. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks and slammed me down on his dick without mercy.

“Oooh fuck!”

“Uh huh. Good, ain’t it?”

“Yes, yes! Fuck yes!”

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