Page 71 of Puck Happens

“Are you putting me on right now?” I asked, eyeing her suspiciously. “Is this a challenge?”

“I’m just trying to keep it real. I don’t want to disappoint you and I’m not someone who fakes shit.”

I walked over, grabbed her ankles and pulled her across the couch until her hips were on the arm rest. I shoved a pillow under her lower back for comfort.

Didn’t want my girl getting a cramp.

I kissed her mouth, then each tit, because I didn’t want her to think I was ignoring their perfection.

“You don’t fake anything with me. This is real. All of it. Now don’t move while I suit up.”

I walked back to the kitchen island and opened the box of condoms. I covered myself then turned back to her. She hadn’t moved. Her hands were resting above her head, her eyes were closed.

A post-orgasmic blissed out woman.

“You need a little nap?” I joked. She wasn’t about to sleep through what I was going to do to her.

“No, I’m awake. You have fun now.”

I stepped back between her legs, angled my cock at her slit, then punched my hips deep into her. She was still slick and soft and took me so sweetly.

“Oh!” she cried out, lifting herself up with her stomach muscles. Her eyes were wide open.

“Too much?” I asked. I could feel her body squeezing me from the inside.

“You’re huge,” she groaned, and her head fell back on the couch.

“Baby, that’s not what I asked. Can you take more?”

She did this body adjustment thing, her hips shifting as if trying to accommodate my size inside her. It was that shimmy she did, but better. Because I was inside her.

“I’m good,” she muttered. “That feels good.”

I took her at her word and didn’t ask again, I just fucked her. I lifted one leg so her ankle was on my shoulder and I watched her tits bounce as I pounded into her over the arm of the couch. It was fucking hot as hell.

She was twisting her head from side to side, like she couldn’t take it, except she was moaning my name like she didn’t want it to end.

“Dillon,” she groaned, half surprised, half out of her head. “So good.”

“Yeah baby, you like to get fucked real good, don’t you? Nice and hard. You need more dick, baby? You want me deeper?”

Her eyes met mine, a flush climbing her chest. She liked a little dirty talk.Happy to provide.

I twisted my hips and slammed into her even harder.

“Fuck!” she shouted, and bit down on her fist.

I wanted to fuck her like this for hours, but the come was building up in me. I could feel it in my lower back. I needed to get her there, fast. I pressed my thumb through her pussy lips, seeking her swollen little clit and pressing down on it. I sucked my middle finger on my other hand.

“What…what are you doing?” she whispered.

“You know what I’m doing,” I told her. “You fucking love what I’m doing.”

“Dillon,” she whispered like she was unsure. Shy.

No room for that this weekend.

I slid that finger in her ass. She was overcome with my cock in her pussy, my finger in her ass, my thumb vibrating her clit.

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