Page 61 of Ten Hammers

All I can do is moan. And that’s before he adds one finger, then two. He pumps into me as he licks, and I want to cry for him to take me now, but I can’t even manage a word, only encouraging babbling.

“I have condoms made especially for my kind of piercing, in case you’re worried about it breaking,” he says against my clit, in between licks and kisses, “but you should also know I was tested a few weeks ago. All clean, of course.”

I blink down at him, but he doesn’t seem to notice the wheels working in my head as I process his words.

“I’m on the pill,” I announce.

He stops abruptly and looks at me. I don’t want to tell him why I’m on the pill – my crystal clear skin is my only vanity, and it’s too embarrassing. But I do add, “I mean, if you don’t want to use a condom. Obviously I’m all clean, too.”

His eyes fill with pure fire, and he crawls his way along my body, his hands touching and stroking my skin, making me writhe with matching desire as he nestles his cock between my legs.

He rocks his hips and a zap of pleasure strikes as his pierced crown rubs against my clit. We moan together and when he looks into my eyes, the arousal I see in his face is overpowering.

I roll my body up into him, pressing the rock hard length of him against me. I need him so badly.

“Ready, baby?” He whispers, kissing me.

I nod, enthusiastically.

“Good. I promise I’ll be gentle–”

“No,” I say, grinding against him. “I don’t want gentle. I want you to take me hard and fast.”

His forehead creases. “For your first time?

“Gav. It’s not like I have a cherry to pop. The dildos, remember? Lots of dildos. You’re not going to hurt me.”

“But I want your first time to be–”

“Special?” I shimmy against him, equal parts horny and frustrated.

We are perfectly lined up. I’m so wet that the tip of him slips in, just enough to remind him I’m ready. Wanting. Desperate.

He groans again, equally desperate.

“Please, Gav. My first time will be special. It’s with you. Now let me be clear. I want you to fuck me like you desire me, so wildly–”

With one hard thrust, he’s inside me. He feels so good that I lose the ability to speak, my eyes filling with tears, overwhelmed with emotion.

“Oh, yesss, just like this…” I breathe. I want to move against him, fuck him back, but I’m too full to move.

As I gaze up into his eyes, I’m not expecting to see laughter mixed in with the lust.

“I’m only halfway in, Pooh Bear.”

He’s only…?

With another hard thrust, I’m speared by pure pleasure, so deep I can hardly breathe. It ripples through me, fizzing every one of my nerves. He moans a stream of worshipful words as he gazes down at me.

When he pulls out, the sensation is so much more than anything I’ve ever felt before. I need him back, every inch of that luxurious thickness.

“This how you want it, baby?”

I cry out his name as he plows into me again, his eyes black with passion. So good. He feels so good–

Then he pulls out and in a quick flash, flips me over, onto my stomach.

“Let me see it all baby,” he says, pulling me onto my knees, my ass up in the air. He runs a hand over me, squeezing and giving me gentle slaps, trailing his fingers through my wetness.

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