“I better not put anything too sensitive in this mouth of yours,” I said and he smiled widely in amusement. I leaned forward, removing my fingers from his mouth and finally taking my kiss, my tongue battling his as he moaned. His hips jerked, rubbing himself against me. Puca was frantic and frenzied, an animal looking to rut. Which was exactly what I needed right now.

I dropped to my knees and pushed up his shirt to find his cock, the swollen tip glistening with precum. He was so hard it looked painful. I lifted my hand and cradled his balls before sliding his head in my mouth. His hands found my horns, his thumbs rubbing them as I let him sink further into my mouth.

I groaned. It was like he knew they felt good to be touched. But then again, maybe he did. That shadow of his had them and that shadow may very well be the real Puca that no one claimed to know.

He gripped my horns, continuing to rub them as he thrust into my mouth. His head tilted back as he panted and moaned so loudly I was sure we’d get caught. I didn’t want to be interrupted and reprimanded for my choice of partners at the moment. I just wanted to fuck Puca right now, take what he offered and taste the refreshing flavor.

My tongue vibrated against him, the twin tips momentarily wrapping around his crown before I sucked him into my throat. I wanted an orgasm now and Puca apparently, was an easy partner. He groaned against the wall, tugging my horns towards his hips roughly as he came down my throat.

I drank him up and the power was intoxicating. Much stronger than I would expect for a simple shifter. Then again, Puca was no simple shifter. I groaned around him, loving the offering of fulfillment one of his orgasms gave me. Puca was certainly strong. I could taste it—feel it traveling down to my belly.

I stood up and looked at him blissed out against the wall. His shirt fell back over his cock and clung to its wetness. I pulled him to the bed, laying him on his back but he refused, flipping over on his belly and grinding his ass against my cock.

“Like this,” he said. I did what he wanted, biting his shoulder as I pressed my fingers into his ass, working him open until his cock sprang back to life.

“Now,” Puca demanded with a groan, moving up and down on my fingers. When I peeled my pants open and gripped my cock it grew wet, self-lubricating so I could fuck him. I lined up and pressed my hips forward, sliding into him easily. He moaned and sank further onto me, wanting to fuck himself on my cock.

“Are you acting out what you watched before?” I asked. I held his hips, not letting him move as I bent over his back. “Are you pretending you’re Lacey fucking yourself on my cock?” I whispered to him. He licked his lips and didn’t answer. I pushed on top of him, crushing him to the bed, grabbing his waist and slamming inside him, jerking my hips up and digging myself inside until he groaned loudly, sucking in breaths of shock each time I found the perfect spot to drill my cock.