Page 70 of Puck Yes

Stefan moves behind me, kneeling as he tugs my wrists together.

“I can’t fucking wait,” Hayes says, smacking my face with his dick as Stefan wraps the lacy straps around my skin, binding my hands. “Open up.”

I comply, parting my lips as Stefan gives a final check of the restraint. “She’s good to go,” he remarks.

“Thanks, man,” Hayes says amiably, then turns his gaze back to me, his eyes darkening. “Take it now,” Hayes orders, his rough demand sending a jolt of pleasure to my core.

I dart out my tongue, catching the salty, musky taste of Hayes while Stefan rises and comes around to stand next to him. Stefan tugs at the bottom of his tight burgundy polo, pulling it up. Hayes ropes a fist in my hair as I put my mouth on his dick.

One man strips for me while another feeds me his cock. It’s a feast for my eyes and my mouth. I draw the head of Hayes’s dick past my lips with a loud suck.

“Look at you. Look at those sexy lips,” Stefan praises, undoing his jeans as I show him how well I can suck his friend. “That’s right. Do a good job, sweetheart, and I’ll let you have mine too.”

I squirm, feeling warm and pliant, eager for more. With only my mouth to use, I focus on Hayes, relishing his groans as I draw him deeper. His gaze is heated, dark flames in darker eyes as he watches me. “Those perfect lips were made for my dick,” he growls.

I preen at the compliment, opening wider. Hayes pushes in deeper, watching my lips stretch around him. He’s a big man with a hungry cock, and I want to please him. I arch my back so I can inch closer. Hayes reads my cues, and pumps a little harder, a little faster.

“You’re doing so good,” Stefan murmurs.

My gaze drifts to him, and he’s parked on the couch in his naked glory, fisting his cock. God, it’s a gorgeous sight, my secret boyfriend watching me suck off my public husband.

I feel good everywhere, goose bumps sliding over my skin as Hayes tightens his grip on my hair. His eyes squeeze shut. For a few seconds, he stays like that, almost frozen, as if he’s trying to decide how hard to go next.

When he opens his eyes, there’s coiled restraint in them. With a huff of his breath, he pushes my hair all the way over to one side and then thrusts. “Let me fuck your face hard, baby,” he demands.

I tremble, nodding a fast yes, since I can’t speak with my mouth full. But Stefan speaks for me. “Turns you on, doesn’t it, worshiping his dick?”

I gush, nodding around Hayes’s cock in answer. Turns me on so much that I want them to know exactly what I want. I jerk my face back, letting go of the cock in my mouth for a hot second to look up at Hayes. “Can you come on my face?”

With a carnal rumble, he hisses out a yes. “All over your perfect mouth, baby.”

I take him back in.

As Hayes fucks my mouth, I’m drowning in lust, even when I cough, even when he asks if I’m okay and I nod a yes. I’m flooded with the eagerness to please him. Stefan shuttles his fist faster, stroking harder, watching my mouth work his friend’s cock.

“Fucking beautiful, sweetheart. You’re so fucking good at that. You look so lovely taking his dick,” he says.

I want Stefan too. Desperately. But I won’t let go of Hayes. Somehow, Stefan understands my unspoken wishes, since he tilts his head, then curves his lips. “Bet you want us both to come on that pretty face.”

My eyes roll back in my head, and I nod savagely as I suck, my eagerness stoked by how he understands my desires. How he fans the flames.

Then Stefan’s up on his feet, moving next to me, his free hand wrapped in my hair too. There’s one on each side of me. Both men are touching my face, claiming my hair.

While I’m on my knees with my wrists bound behind my back, my breasts bouncing, one man fucks my mouth while the other jerks his cock. Both of them use me for their pleasure.

This is what I wanted tonight. To be used.

I’m rocking my hips, too, aching for another high of my own. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking dirty. You fucking love it, don’t you?” Hayes rasps out.

So much it’s obscene.

My panties are soaked as Hayes pumps his hips, grips my head, then draws a sharp, harsh breath. “Gonna come,” he warns, then pulls out, his fist flying along his length. “Take it. Fucking take it.”

I open my mouth, and seconds later, he’s painting my face with his come, hot strands landing on my cheek, my lips, my tongue. His sounds are feral.

I’m shaking everywhere with lust, but I don’t dare swallow as I turn to Stefan and stick out my tongue. He steps closer, gives a final jerk of his cock, then spills his release, too, on my waiting tongue.

Then, I look up at the men before me, roll my lips together, and swallow their pleasure at once.

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