Page 33 of Lorcan's Obsession

She gasped, shyness washing over her as she clutched her thighs tight.

“Open them wide for me, baby,” I ordered gruffly.

“You still have your pants on.”

“Are you so eager to have me?”

“Yes, Lorcan,” she whimpered. “I want there to be nothing between us.”

“Okay.” I unzipped my pants. “This one too?” I teased, pulling at the elastic band of my boxers. She practically vibrated on the mattress.

“Especially that one, Lorcan.”

With a smirk, I gave her what she wanted. All her interactions with my dick up to this point had been through my pants. Tristen was yet to see me. I knew she’d gasp at my size, but I didn’t know how she’d react when seeing exactly what decorated my cock.

The change was instantaneous. She immediately crawled to the edge of the bed where I stood, her soft hands wrapping around my searing shaft.

“Is that a—?”

“Yeah," I gruffed, "it's more for your pleasure." Feeling her warm hands directly on my pulsing cock was sending me to the edge of insanity in a blink. And then those silken hands began exploring the horizontal platinum barbell beneath my shaft. I grit my teeth, eyes rolling back.

“I’ve never been with a pierced guy before.” Tristen slid her thumb over my crown, spreading the leaking precum over the sensitive skin. “How does it feel? Like, when you put it inside someone.”

“Mmm…” I rocked my hips, euphoria tightening all my muscles. Fuuuck. She. Feels. So. Good.

“Lorcan, you are not talking to me!”

My eyes fluttered open, clenching my fists to keep them at my sides and not in her hair. “I-I’m sorry, baby. The…the feel of your hands on me makes me lose all sense.”

She chuckled. “Then what will happen when I put my mouth on you?”

A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead. The answer to that question was a loaded gun, but leaving the question unanswered was a grenade without a pin. She was already getting ready to wreak havoc.

I looked into Tristen’s eyes. “When my cock is buried deep inside your throat, I know I’m not gonna see stars or white lights of ecstasy. Everything about you is extraordinary. So I’m equally curious to find out what happens, love.”

“Fuck.” I caught the surprise in her tone as she rose to her knees, face angled towards my cock. “If that’s the case, then we better find ou—”

“Not yet.” I fisted her hair to keep her from going further. “Tonight is about you. I want to give you pleasure until you can’t take it anymore.”

“But—”

“Please.” I held her hands tenderly. “Let me give you a better memory of our first time together than what happened two days ago. I know I need it.”

Her shoulders sagged. “It wasn’t your fault. Not entirely, anyway. My mind had been a ball of confusion as well.”

“All the more reason.” I grinned, lifting her to the center of my bed and resting her legs on my shoulders. “Let me give you a night you won’t forget.”

Pushing her thighs wider apart, I lowered my face to admire her puffy lips glistening with that honey-tasting arousal.

"You have the most beautiful pussy, baby. I could gaze and eat you all day."

I licked all around her vulva until her legs started quivering. Her clit would be the last place I touched before allowing her to come. I wanted her wound up with so much sexual frustration before she could finish spectacularly inside my mouth.

“L-Lorcan, I need you,” she whimpered.

I teased her until she was dripping on my sheets. Spreading her folds, I gazed at her engorged clit that was pulsating and demanding to be ravaged. My mouth crashed on it, pillaging at a brutal speed. Her breathless cries filled the room as she writhed like a woman possessed on the king-sized bed.

"That’s it, baby. Give me everything. I want it all."

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