When he tries to speak, I cover his lips with my finger and shush him. “No.” His eyes flash with warning, warning that I have every intention of ignoring. “I told you I wanted your dick. I didn’t stutter. My words, Greg, were clear. Condom?”
His tongue darts out and licks my finger, but even with the playful act, his eyes light from within. I have a feeling he is just letting me take the lead here.
“Drawer,” he says with a nod towards the side table. Luckily, when I flipped him, we landed within arm’s length. I lean forward, letting my breast fall heavy against his face. He doesn’t waste any time before attacking. His tongue and teeth cover every inch he can reach without the use of his hands.
Grabbing a condom and then sitting back on my perch before he can try anything is harder than I think it could be. He lets out the most raw, feral sound when his lips lose purchase on my nipple.
I give him a smirk before deliberately inching my way down his body. When I get eye level with his cock, I want to cry with joy. This is going to be delicious. Ripping the condom open with every intention of making quick work of rolling it over his impressive length, I quickly realize that I have no idea how this will work. I don’t know what the hell I am supposed to do with the ring and barbell. He growls, snatching the condom from my fingers before rolling it on. Right before he moves his hands, I catch another flash of metal down near his balls.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I whisper, “Do you have some self-mutilating fetish?” Right where his shaft ends, there is a long barbell through his skin. Fuck me; it just keeps getting better and better.
“You won’t be complaining about that one when it’s slamming against your clit, promise you that.”
“Oh God.”
Climbing back up his body has me swearing that I have died and gone to hard body heaven. I lick every inch of his skin that I can reach before straddling his hips and taking his mouth. While our tongues swirl together and our breathing clashes, my hips are busy rubbing against his. My legs spread just about as wide as I can get, forcing my pussy to open like a flower and hug his dick tight.
Pushing off his chest, I lift up, grab his dick, and slam myself home. I almost can’t hear the harsh bite of his breath over my scream. I feel the rings hitting a spot deep within me that will have me begging in no time. The one pressed tight against my clit has my vision going hazy.
“Have… to… move,” he warns, and once again, I find myself rolled onto my back. He doesn’t even pause when he flips and pounds into me. His hips slap against mine, his balls make a loud, wet sound as they hit my skin, and his eyes flash something I wish to God I understood.
“H-h-harder!”
He slams deep and leans up on his knees causing his dick to slip out almost completely. His large hands grab my hips and bring my body half off the bed. With my head still on the bed, the rest of my body hovers under his control as he pulls back and gives me my wish. My legs are dead weight, my hands clench tightly in the sheets, and my eyes hold his. The look in his eyes combined with the hard hitting of his piercings, and the awe-inspiring thrusts is enough to have me screaming. Screaming, begging, and pleading. I have lost control of my body. It is locked tight and shattering into pieces.
His hips pick up speed but then slightly slow down towards the end of my release. He brings my body back down to the mattress and rocks his hips, causing a few more aftershocks to roll through my body.
“Do you like my cock? Do you like having me so deep in your body you won’t be able to walk tomorrow? The way your pussy is gripping my dick and your wetness is coating my balls, I would say you fucking love it.”
I whimper and he smiles. This isn’t the attractive smile he gives the public, no… this smile is pure fucking sexy evil.
“Going to fuck you raw.” He warns before making true to his words. When he finally grabs my hips and locks our pelvises together, I have come twice and lost track of reality.
It takes us a good hour before we are even able to detangle our limbs. When his body crashes down on mine, he rolls slightly so I won’t have issues breathing. His weight feels perfect against my body, and I can’t bring myself to be alarmed at how perfect that match seems to be. Maybe it’s time to let someone in.
No, even with the perfect sex I have learned enough from my sister to know it isn’t wise to let a man have your heart. When that happens, it is only a matter of time before you lose yourself.
“What’s got your wheels turning?” He says into my neck.
If he only knew. “Just wondering when you’re going to be ready to go again.”
“Fucking animal,” he laughs.