Page 77 of Puck Happens

“No talking,” I demanded of my sex toy.

I was in charge and I needed to concentrate. Focus on just enjoying this ride. The ache of my thighs as they continued to support my weight. The deep satisfying tug in my pussy as my orgasm continued to build.

He grunted and thrust his hips up into me.

I grunted back because if he thought he was going to make me come one second before I wanted to, he was delusional.

Then I felt it. His hands sneaking around my hip, covering my butt cheek.

I slapped his hand away. “No butt stuff. I don’t like it.”

He chuckled. “Babe, you love it.”

Secretly, of course I did, but openly I wasn’t admitting to that.

He surged up into a sitting position, and used his mouth on my breasts, sucking my nipples, tugging them between his teeth, something else I loved.

But not the angle of his cock inside of me.

I leaned forward, forcing him to lay back down without pulling away.

“Ahh,” I sighed, and for a second stopped riding him just so I could plant both hands on either side of his head, while he feasted on my tits. Everything he did always felt so good. So right, even when I hadn’t known it was exactly my kink.

He slapped my butt cheek hard, then harder.

“Get back to work,” he growled. “Or I’m taking over.”

I looked down into his face. His cheeks were tight, his eyes were ablaze.

“Don’t tell me what to do. You’re my sex slave this morning.”

A wide smile took over his face. His Dimples Grande on prominent display. I wanted to trace the groove of them with the tip of my finger. I always wanted to do that.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” I smiled back. “I’m in charge.”

It happened in less than a second, he lifted me up off him and used his strength to wrestle me onto my belly. I was squealing and wiggling underneath him.

“I’m in charge!” I shouted again, which was a hard claim to make when I was on my hands and knees underneath him.

He slapped my ass and laughed. “You were in charge. But I need to come babe, so now you get to play my sex slave. Get that ass high in the air for me.”

I pressed my head to the carpet, my weight on my elbows as I waited. Then I screamed when he thrust into me from behind.

“Good?” he wanted to know.

Of course, it was good. It was amazing, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

I just grunted and rocked back against him until he groaned.

“Make me come,” I demanded, like he was still mine to boss around.

I didn’t have to say it twice. He thrust hard, shifting my whole body along the carpet in a way I was certain would give me rug burns on my knees, but I didn’t care.

I had all of Dillon unleashed. Powerful, overwhelming male behind me taking me like a savage warrior. He shouted and grunted and snapped his hips, sending his cock so deep inside of me I could feel it all the way in my belly. Which I knew was anatomically incorrect, but that didn’t matter when your brain was being turned into jelly.

His hand slipped under my body and his middle finger slid over my clit. He pressed it there, not doing anything else but giving me the pressure I needed even as his other hand pressed against my lower back like he was holding me in place in front and back. He slammed against me and it happened. That explosion of pleasure I’d only found with him.

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