Page 49 of The Puck Charmer
“Yeah, babe?”
I can’t seem to stop trembling, as he runs his rock hard cock along my slit.
“Inside me...please.”
His hands press into the mattress on either side of my head, and his hips move, only to come to an abrupt halt. I whimper. “Please,” I beg. “Please fuck me.”
“Condom, hang on.”
“No,” I say, sheer desperation messing with my ability to think straight. “Just you, no barriers. I’m clean and I’m on the pill.”
He smooths my hair back. “I’m clean, too. I promise.”
“I know. I trust you.”
He clenches down on his jaw, and with his body over mine, I can feel his heart slam in his chest. “Are you sure about this?” he asks, his voice low and harsh.
“It’s what I want,” I say, my stupid voice rough with emotion, and I pray to God it doesn’t give too much away.
He reaches between my legs and inserts a finger. “You want me to fill your sweet pussy with my cum?”
I gulp, loving when he talks to me like this. “Yes,” I murmur. “Or you could flip me over, and fill me somewhere else.”
He lets out a shaky breath. “Aly,” he says, his eyes moving over my face, like a soft, intimate caress. “You want my cock in your ass?”
“I want your cock everywhere, Alek,” I say. Never in my life have I felt so cherished, so worshiped, and I want to give this man all of me.
For a long time, silence meets my words, then he shakes his head, and runs the back of his knuckles over my cheek. “You’re…something else, babe,” he whispers as his mouth finds mine. He kisses me deeply, and in one quick thrust, slides his cock into my sex. My hips lift, and while I want to touch him, being tied up and his to do with what he wants comes with its own pleasure.
My eyes slip shut as he fucks me, his beautiful cock gliding in and out until a shiver wracks my body and I’m miraculously coming again. My God, this man knows how to touch me. He stays inside me as I clench around him, and I open my eyes in time to see the pleasure on his face as he takes me over the edge again.
He reaches up and unties my hands, gently rubbing my wrists where the ties were binding me. A second later, my legs are free, and his voice is like an intimate caress when he says, “Roll over.”
I do as he asks, and he puts a pillow under my hips. His growl curls around me as he grabs a fistful of my ass and squeezes. He falls over me and I enjoy the weight of him pressing down on me. He lightly runs his fingers over my arms, his breath hot on my back as he peppers me with kisses.
“If I had it my way, I’d never let you out of this bed,” he murmurs, and shifts to the side, his raging hard cock, like steel against my leg. He reaches into his nightstand, and I turn to see the lube.
My throat tightens, but he touches me so softly, so gently, it reminds me that he’d never hurt me, and eases the nerves firing inside me
“You are so beautiful, Aly,” he says and pours a generous amount of the cold lubrication between my cheeks. I gasp, but when he touches me, running his finger over my crevice. It warms me up and I settle against the pillow. “After today, I’ll have been inside you everywhere,” he says, and my eyes flick open at the hitch in his voice. I glance over my shoulder, and the desire reflecting in his eyes seeps under my skin and wraps around my heart. His smile is soft, and sure, and I smile back, completely ready for him.
He inches a finger into me. “Relax for me,” he whispers, and kisses my back. He spends a long time widening me, stretching me and preparing me for his girth, as he works his finger into me, and presses me into the pillow to stimulate my clit.
His breathing is harsh as his warmth flows into my body, and soon enough I’m moving beneath him, writhing and anxious for his touch.
“Alek, please,” I murmur, and he takes a sharp breath as he lifts my hips, and goes to his knees behind me.
I gasp as his fullness stretches me and he curses and stops. “Am I hurting you?” he asks, his voice low and soothing.
“No,” I fib, wanting him to take me this way, wanting him to leave his mark on every inch of my body. He goes deeper and my fingers curl into the sheets, but I love this, I love every second of him owning my body like this. His hand is warm and soft on my back as he touches me, a quick check-in that I’m okay. Letting him know just how okay I am, I move my hips and he slides in deeper, filling me in a way I’ve never been filled.
“Jesus, Aly,” he says and swallows, hard. “You are so tight.”
He moves his hips, inching his cock out, and sliding in again. The sensations are different, a little overwhelming, actually, and I give myself over to them. He falls over me, moans against my shoulder. Shivers of warm need race through me, and the need in his touch, the way he’s taking me, fills my heart with love.
He slips a hand between my hips and the pillow and applies pressure to my clit. I grind against his hand, and lift my ass to take him with each forward thrust. I have never felt so full. My pulse pounds against my neck, and fire licks a path up my thighs until the pleasure becomes so intense I let go again, unable to believe how many orgasms this man has wrung from my body.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he says his voice rough with desire as I clench around his cock. “I’m right there, babe.”