Page 23 of My Summer Girl

“On the bed, little dove. Feet planted, thighs wide.”

She takes no time to listen, scooting back until she’s in the exact position. Her eyes haunt me with their desire. It’s so foreign. I noticed her desire for me before, but this is unshielded. Fear no longer hides her from me.

The tap, tap, tap of her heartbeat calls to me. With a snap of my wrist, my clothes are gone too. Her eyes roam me freely, devouring me from head to toe. Each tattoo on my body is dissected with care as heat flames in her expression, and I’m not sure how to stop the way my chest aches in response.

This is everything I wanted.

Her body beneath mine, her eyes worshipping me.

“Fuck, stop looking at me like that.”

She blinks her eyes innocently, and it’s true, she doesn’t know how she’s affecting me currently. How my body sings for hers and how hers will soon do the same for mine.

“My blood calls out for you, little dove. It burns with the thought of making you mine,” I rasp, hovering over her throat. “I’m not hungry anymore, yet I’m fucking famished for you.”

“Then have me,” she whispers, her fingers clasping my waist.

My teeth salivate, begging me to sink in. I want to. I want to sink into her throat and fuck her while I do it. Before I do, though, I raise her legs above my shoulders.

“You’re dripping.” My voice is a husky drawl, hard with barely there control. I swipe three fingers through her slick folds and bring them upward. “Look at you.” It’s a command, and her eyes follow my hand. I stretch the three fingers in front of my face, the silkiness of her arousal stretching between my fingers. “So messy. Be a good girl and clean it for me,” I order, bringing my hand to her mouth. Her eyes dilate as she sucks them into her mouth.

As if the sweet flavor is too much to bear, she moans, her eyes rolling back as if the taste alone brought her pleasure.

“That’s a good little dove. You listen so well.”

Heat rises up her throat and to her cheeks, the darkening of her flesh making me harder somehow. I lean forward, my cock teasing her entrance.

“Please, Vex. Please, please, please,” she begs, her eyes shining with tears. She’s always been a masochist, and I’m sure a little bit of edging never hurt anyone.

“I’m going to sink inside you, little dove. But I need you to be so good for me and not move,” I say, giving her just the tip. The first piercing on the head has made it inside her. Only four to go. She whines and writhes, her little noises not helping the need inside me.

“You can do it. I believe in you. And if you’re so good for me, I’ll make it up to you. You want to warm my cock, don’t you? Get it nice and wet, hot, and ready for your orgasm.”

She jerkily nods, but the sweat on her brow tells me this is a challenge for her. “Use your words, little dove. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” she whimpers, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout. What I’d do to bring it into my own and bite down.

I sink in another few inches, nearly halfway there. Tears spring to her eyes, and like the sadist I am, I lean forward and lick each salty droplet. They’re my tears.

“Keep taking me. Just like that,” I instruct as my cock slides farther. “You’re so good, sweetheart. You’re so wet. You love letting me use you for my pleasure, don’t you?”

Her eyes meet mine with unshed tears as her chin wobbles. “I ache, Vex. I ache for your hands.”

I drag my fingertips across her pebbled nipples, making sure to tug on her barbells. She cranes upward, her body shaking as I fully slide home. I’m seated entirely in her, my piercings rubbing against her walls and my balls resting against her fleshy arse. My fingers indent her thighs, wanting to mark her for everyone to know.

She clenches around me and I slap her right cheek in response. “Not you misbehaving. You want me to swat your arse, don’t you?” I grunt, feeling myself waver.

Not once in the year we’ve taken part in our power exchange roles have I struggled to keep to my form. Then again, this is our first sexual encounter. It exceeds my expectations, crumpling every single idea of what I thought it’d be.

“Vex, I’m dripping. Please don’t make me suffer,” she whines, and it reminds me of our first time together. She didn’t know if she could take any more spankings, but she was so good and worked through it.

“You want to be a good little dove for me, don’t you?” I coax, using all the lust I keep close to my chest.

Tears stream her pretty face, her lip still trembling. “Yes, I do.”

“See, you’ve done so many more things that are harder than this.”

“This is t-too much.” She trembles. “You’re finally inside me. I-I want more.” Her slick leaks down my balls, the feel of it dragging down them has me closing my eyes.

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