Page 16 of Puck Me Twice

Moving on instinct, I pull her body into me, and I know she can feel my natural reaction to her ministrations. She grinds against my hardness. My eyes roll back in my head and I swear⁠—

“I’d really like to suck your dick,” she says, and my traitorous cock jerks against her in my suit pants. “Is that okay with you?”

With my quick, insistent nod, she smiles, her hands moving to my belt. She gets my pants open and then slides her hand into my underwear.

The first contact of her palm against my cock has me panting like there’s an open goal on a power play, and I have the puck. I’ve never had another person’s hand on my dick before.

Vanessa draws me out, squeezing her hand around the base and then stroking the shaft, sticky from the pre-cum leaking from the tip. Her tongue comes out to wet her lips, and I twitch in her grip.

Her shove on my shoulder has me rolling onto my back, and she works my pants and boxers down my hips to pull them off. I’m still wearing my waistcoat, so I unbutton that, too, and then my shirt, leaving me naked in the bed.

She’s still wearing her dress.

“I want to see you,” I tell her. “Can I see you?”

Her blue eyes lock on mine, her fist around my dick, stroking torturously slow, as she nods silently.

There’s a clasp behind her neck. I tug at the strings, and the front of her dress falls away, leaving her bare from the waist up.

Her tits are⁠—

A fresh dribble of pre-cum works its way out of me, and she smirks, leaning down to swipe her tongue across the head of my dick.

When I groan, she takes more of me into her mouth, sucking on the head and then drawing me inside, swallowing around my length.

Holy fucking shit.

My hips jerk automatically, pushing more of my erection into her mouth.

Her eyes fall closed, her fist tightens around the base of my cock, and she works me into her mouth until her fist meets her lips.

I think I’m dying.

My right hand never felt as good as this feels right now. Hot, wet suction around my dick, and her tongue swirls around the sensitive slit of my cockhead as her hand slowly strokes the shaft.

Fisting the sheet with one hand, I curl my fingers into my palm with the other, biting my knuckles to keep from crying out.

Her hand cups my balls, rolling them in her palm. I didn’t know they were so sensitive. My mouth falls open in a silent O, and she sucks on the sensitive vein running along the underside of my cock.

“It’s okay,” she murmurs. “Let it go.”

She squeezes lightly on my balls, her fingers pressing on my taint, and I⁠—

Without warning, my cock jerks, and she pulls me into her mouth just before the orgasm barrels into me. The hot, wet suction of her mouth around me is an exquisite heaven that I never want to end.

In videos, sometimes the giver swallows, and sometimes they don’t. I don’t know what happens in real life. But as I watch, her throat works, swallowing my load, and I swear another gush comes from my cock at the sight.

Vanessa pulls back, looking mighty pleased, and she presses a soft kiss to the tip of my dick.

“What the fuck,” I manage, working to get air back into my lungs.

She looks up at me, her eyebrow quirked. “Excuse me?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life,” I admit.

A pleased smile spreads across her face.

Reaching for her hand, I squeeze it. I’m not capable of much more than that right now.