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me.”
That made her pause. “You want exclusive?”
“If you do.”
“How long for?”
He groaned. “Who the fuck cares? Forever, an hour?” He continued verbally. “I’m always exclusive, but sometimes my partners prefer it otherwise.”
“A gentleman.”
“Sometimes.”
Shit, she loved this—his taste, the way he let her do what she wanted. She explored, loving the way his cock jumped to attention when she touched her tongue to the underside and then ran it down the thick vein at the center. What would it feel like to bite him there, fangs extended?
His moan told her. More quickly than she could have imagined, he slid his hands out of her hair and under her arms, and dragged her back up the bed. He slammed her against the bank of pillows, and he was over her, his expression desperate. Lines bracketed his mouth; his eyes gleamed as he pinned her to the mattress. “I want you now. No time for waiting.” He ensured her readiness with his fingers, and his appreciation caressed in her mind as he bathed her with desire and flattery. A strange feeling, but utterly irresistible.
Then he opened her and pushed inside, his cock ring nudging her entrance. “I didn’t want to hurt you, or cause you a minute’s discomfort. Sometimes the ring can do that if it’s angled wrong.”
His piercing was set to one side. Was that was for sex, to make it easier or something? “No,” he said as if she’d asked him aloud. “It’s because I have a foreskin. The piercing makes sure it’s not disturbed. Entirely practical, dear lady.” He punctuated the end of his sentence with a swivel of his hips. Then drove inside her pussy, his sure thrust ensuring he was seated to the hilt.
It was her turn to moan. That hot metal ring she’d been licking a moment ago now lay deep inside her body and forced her arousal to a screaming pitch. She imagined she could turn to wax and melt right onto the sheets. “I love it, that piercing.”
“I’m quite fond of it myself.” He sounded cool, in control, and she opened her eyes to see him smiling down at her. He was completely embedded. She felt the edge of desperation that she shared.
She decided to follow his lead but couldn’t manage it.
He kissed her, a gentle brush of his lips. “It’ll come in time. I wanted to thank you. Last night was one of the most erotic experiences I’ve ever had.”
“You’re kidding me!”
“No. You explored me honestly, found out what you wanted to know, and you nearly killed me doing it. You touched me in new ways.” As if he couldn’t take it another minute, he pulled back and thrust in again, his eyes widening, the brown going darker still as his pupils dilated. Outside the sun was doing its work. Although he had the drapes closed, light seeped in. She could see his face clearer than when she’d touched and kissed his cock. “Now it’s my turn.”
“To do what?” She held on to her senses by a thread.
“Drive you mad.” He dived, sent her wits whirling by taking her mouth in a kiss and driving hard into her, changing his angle each time. He didn’t give her space to adjust, and then his mind locked into hers, holding her as securely as his arms. For this moment he held her captive, owned her, but she knew the minute she objected he’d leave. What worried her was that he might not come back.
Arching her body as much as she could under his larger frame, she lifted her legs, widened them to take more of him. She wanted that ring deep, deep inside her. She could feel it—a firm, smooth ridge reminding her with every stroke that she was with somebody unique in her experience.
He didn’t speak to her mentally but warmed her, caressed her, mind and pussy, drawing her with him and sending everything else to obliteration. Nonexistence. They communicated in every way but words now, his tongue in her mouth, his cock driving her higher with every thrust. He owned her. She would have sold her soul for this.
Her orgasm rushed toward
That made her pause. “You want exclusive?”
“If you do.”
“How long for?”
He groaned. “Who the fuck cares? Forever, an hour?” He continued verbally. “I’m always exclusive, but sometimes my partners prefer it otherwise.”
“A gentleman.”
“Sometimes.”
Shit, she loved this—his taste, the way he let her do what she wanted. She explored, loving the way his cock jumped to attention when she touched her tongue to the underside and then ran it down the thick vein at the center. What would it feel like to bite him there, fangs extended?
His moan told her. More quickly than she could have imagined, he slid his hands out of her hair and under her arms, and dragged her back up the bed. He slammed her against the bank of pillows, and he was over her, his expression desperate. Lines bracketed his mouth; his eyes gleamed as he pinned her to the mattress. “I want you now. No time for waiting.” He ensured her readiness with his fingers, and his appreciation caressed in her mind as he bathed her with desire and flattery. A strange feeling, but utterly irresistible.
Then he opened her and pushed inside, his cock ring nudging her entrance. “I didn’t want to hurt you, or cause you a minute’s discomfort. Sometimes the ring can do that if it’s angled wrong.”
His piercing was set to one side. Was that was for sex, to make it easier or something? “No,” he said as if she’d asked him aloud. “It’s because I have a foreskin. The piercing makes sure it’s not disturbed. Entirely practical, dear lady.” He punctuated the end of his sentence with a swivel of his hips. Then drove inside her pussy, his sure thrust ensuring he was seated to the hilt.
It was her turn to moan. That hot metal ring she’d been licking a moment ago now lay deep inside her body and forced her arousal to a screaming pitch. She imagined she could turn to wax and melt right onto the sheets. “I love it, that piercing.”
“I’m quite fond of it myself.” He sounded cool, in control, and she opened her eyes to see him smiling down at her. He was completely embedded. She felt the edge of desperation that she shared.
She decided to follow his lead but couldn’t manage it.
He kissed her, a gentle brush of his lips. “It’ll come in time. I wanted to thank you. Last night was one of the most erotic experiences I’ve ever had.”
“You’re kidding me!”
“No. You explored me honestly, found out what you wanted to know, and you nearly killed me doing it. You touched me in new ways.” As if he couldn’t take it another minute, he pulled back and thrust in again, his eyes widening, the brown going darker still as his pupils dilated. Outside the sun was doing its work. Although he had the drapes closed, light seeped in. She could see his face clearer than when she’d touched and kissed his cock. “Now it’s my turn.”
“To do what?” She held on to her senses by a thread.
“Drive you mad.” He dived, sent her wits whirling by taking her mouth in a kiss and driving hard into her, changing his angle each time. He didn’t give her space to adjust, and then his mind locked into hers, holding her as securely as his arms. For this moment he held her captive, owned her, but she knew the minute she objected he’d leave. What worried her was that he might not come back.
Arching her body as much as she could under his larger frame, she lifted her legs, widened them to take more of him. She wanted that ring deep, deep inside her. She could feel it—a firm, smooth ridge reminding her with every stroke that she was with somebody unique in her experience.
He didn’t speak to her mentally but warmed her, caressed her, mind and pussy, drawing her with him and sending everything else to obliteration. Nonexistence. They communicated in every way but words now, his tongue in her mouth, his cock driving her higher with every thrust. He owned her. She would have sold her soul for this.
Her orgasm rushed toward
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