Page 62 of Grudge Puck
If last night was a 'grudge-fuck' … what the heck is this?
I didn't know. But, as Beau's tongue lapped at the crotch of my panties, I found myself not caring. Call it a fling. Call it a two night stand. Call us friends with benefits. Or were we enemies with benefits?
Hell, I didn't care. I was perfectly happy and content with being in the moment.
And in that very moment? Beau's tongue wasgod-like;his desire for me was raw, his thirst unquenchable. He hadn't even bothered to take my panties off—instead he just lapped his tongue at my lace panties until they were completely soaked through. Through those drenched panties, I could then feelallof his tongue-muscle, wet and gentle but firm and confident, as he lavished my pussy with a lover's keen attention to the peaks and valleys of pleasure.
The deep moans bubbled right out of my throat. “Fuck, Beau!”
I grabbed a tight fistful of his bed sheets. He hadn't even taken my panties off, and yet I was embarrassingly close to coming already.
A quake began to tremble in my pelvis. Beau's tongue focused on my lengthening clit, swirling his wet lips and tongue all over me until the mounting pressure threatened to boil over.
I was teetering over the edge. And then he gave me the shove I needed.
He wedged his thick finger under my panties and pushed into my wetness.
“Fuck, Beau!” I wailed hoarsely, “I'm coming!”
My hips rumbled and shook as Beau slurped at my clit and finger-fucked me into orgasm. I thrashed violently, arms and legs pounding into the mattress, as Beau coaxed one wave of ecstasy after another from my core. He had me surfing the crest of each wave, coming again and again, and for a minute I thought it might never end.
That was a feeling no other man had ever even comecloseto getting out of me.
Gently, Beau began to slow and help me return to my senses. My body was numb, my nerves tingling, and I basked in the perfect glowing brightness of my orgasm.
“Beau,” I panted, barely able to speak. “Beau. Wow. Oh, wow. That was—yeah.”
He climbed to my side, but still he kept his palm cupped to my pussy; not to stroke me, but to keep my heat and soothe me instead. His other hand stroked the hair out of my face.
“You looksohot right now, Cammy,” he said, looking awed. “Beautiful.”
I shied away. “Beau …”
“I mean it. Your cheeks are all blushed and you look so happy.”
Tenderly, he stroked my cheek. But I knew how dirty he liked it.
“… I can smell myself on your fingers,” I told him with a devious bite of my lip.
His features darkened, like he were possessed by the lust I held over him. He put his finger near my mouth. Dutifully, I wrapped my lips around his finger and sucked my juices off his finger.
“God damn,” he groaned. “How do you taste?”
“So good,” I whimpered.
“Fuck, you turn me on so bad, baby.”
He yanked at his shirt, his buttons popping off without a care, and he threw the ruined item aside. His pants and boxers came off next, and then he was naked. His cock washuge,somehow longer and girthier than I remembered it from last night.
Before he could climb back into the bed, I met him at the side of the mattress. I grabbed his dick and pulled him, studying the big, pretty penis I held in my hands. A wet, shiny trail of pre-cum trickled from his opening and ran down his shaft. As I tugged him, more pre-cum flowed and ran from his head like water streaming down a rugged mountain.
Mm.
I couldn't wait anymore. I ran my tongue up his shaft, indulging in the sweet taste of his excitement. When I'd slurped up the last drop of it, I whimpered with disappointment.
“Don't worry babe. There's more of that.”
Beau clenched on to a fistful of my hair as I plunged my lips down his manhood. His smell, his taste filled me. Although sucking last night him had both excitedanddisgusted me—tonight, having the hockey star buried in my throat only brought me a carnal rush of satisfaction.
