Page 102 of Pucking the Team
“Oh God,” I moaned and curled my fingernails into my palms.
“I’m not hurting you,” he said.
“No…no you’re not…it’s just…fuck I never thought this would happen to me.”
“Just goes to show where boarding the wrong bus can take you,” he murmured.
I groaned, long and low, my pussy trembling; the plug widened me so much there was a nip of pain. Then it popped in, the base settling itself heavily. “Oh!”
“Good,” he said, slipping down my body and parting my ass cheeks. “You’ve done it, and it’s not going anywhere, there’s a T-bar at the end.”
I swallowed tightly and was glad of the dim room. I was naked and tied up with a hot guy shoving things up my ass. What an image.
“You can move,” he said. “It won’t hurt.” He urged me to turn.
I did as he’d wanted and found myself on my back again.
“So you want to come now?” he asked.
“Yes, yes…Sir.” I nodded. “I really want to come.”
“You think you can handle an orgasm with a plug up your pretty ass? It’ll be intense, more intense than you’ve ever had it.”
I nodded. “Yes. Yes, I can.”
He ran his fingertip from my bound wrist down the inside of my right arm, to my underarm and then the delicate outer-side of my breast. “I wanna make this so good for you.”
“You are…” I stared up at his face.
“I want this to be perfect.”
“So fuck me, Dylan. Please.”
“Sir.”
“Sir.”
He kissed me, a deep, luscious kiss that had me losing myself in him. His tongue stroked mine, and his fingers stroked my body, swishing over my skin until eventually he found my clit.
“Oh…” I broke the kiss and battled to be free. If he wasn’t going to climb on me and get on with it, then I’d climb on him.
He chuckled softly. “Okay, okay, I get it, you’ve run out of patience.”
And then he was over me, his erection angled at my pussy again.
“Please, Sir, don’t stop until I’ve—”
“I won’t, not this time.” He locked his arms and looked down at me. “I promise.”
He thrust in, his body driving over my clit and his cock seeming even bigger in my pussy. I was already full of solid plug, and now his cock had invaded me so deeply.
“Ah yeah…” His eyes glazed. “So damn tight.”
I hugged his hips with my knees and stayed with him as he fucked me hard and fast and with determination. His body on mine, his weight rubbing my clit, soon had me on the brink oforgasm. My skin was hot and flushed, and I cried out with each curl of his hips.
And then it was there, bliss, beautiful bliss. I wailed his name and let spasms of ecstasy hold me in their claws.
“Oh God, yes, come like that, grip me,” he said through gritted teeth.
