Page 2 of Gilded Fake

“I’ve never seen a pierced one…”

She wrapped her hand around my shaft, and a drop of precum oozed out. Gloria knelt up, pulling my cock to her mouth and sweeping her tongue over the tip, licking up the droplet.

A shudder ran through my entire body at the sight of her lapping me up.

She ran her tongue around the head of my cock, then moaned, a little shiver going through her when her tongue moved over the hardware. She slid her mouth down over the tip, and I was tempted to let her show me how much she’d improved.

I had to force myself to stop, because the hot suck of her mouth felt like I’d died and gone to fucking heaven. But I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back before I lost my mind. “I said you could see. Not touch. Not taste.”

“Oh,” she gasped. “I’m sorry. I thought…”

“That’s not your job.”

“What?”

“You don’t need to think,” I said. “Just obey.”

She swallowed and glanced from me to the bed before nodding.

“Get on the bed.”

“Now?”

I didn’t say anything. After a long moment, she rose from her knees. I could see her legs trembling, and I remembered the way she shook last time. Now I knew why. She’d been a nervous virgin. But not this time.

“Good girl,” I said, standing back to look at her, to take in every inch of the bitch queen laid out for me to do with as I would. Every day at school she was hard as steel, coated with the impenetrable armor of her status and attitude. But now she was stripped bare for me, soft and vulnerable and obedient to my command, her flawless body spread before me like the most delicious feast.

First, I’d feast my eyes. I took my time, my gaze taking in her long blonde hair spread out on the bed, her face with the newly discovered freckles, her slender but muscular shoulders, strong from cheer. Her arms were tan, but under her clothes, her skin was fair and prickled with gooseflesh. I took in her defined collarbones, her perfect tits with their small, pink nipples now stiff with cold. Her ribs showed, and her belly was a perfect swoop that showed her hipbones, something so sexy it made my cock throb, and the tiny dip of her bellybutton beckoned. Below that, the swell of her mound begged for attention, smooth and bare as the rest of her skin.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice trembling, her eyes wide and almost afraid.

“I’m memorizing every inch of you, so I can imagine it when you’re cutting me down at school,” I said. “So I can remember what you look like without your armor.”

“Don’t,” she said, pressing her knees together and starting to turn.

I caught her feet and pressed them to the mattress. “Don’t hide from me. Don’t hide from anyone. You deserve the worship you get at school. You’re fucking flawless, Gloria Walton.”

“I’m not,” she said, sliding her hand over the little scar on her lower belly.

I leaned down and pulled her hand away, my gaze lingering on the scar I remembered feeling last time. It really was her, the girl who snuck in here to throw away her virginity in the dark, to a stranger who didn’t even believe her and treat her gently. A stranger who didn’t know who she was, but who woke up with her blood dried on his cock.

The thought made another drop of precum ooze from my tip, and I almost groaned with the memory of her tight cunt strangling my cock when I entered her for the first time. I pulled my focus to her long, tan legs, her muscular calves and the pink polish on her dainty toes.

“I’m cold,” she said, a plea in her voice.

“Patience, butterfly,” I said, slowly stroking my cock from base to tip, my fingers popping over the piercings. “I’m about to make you as hot as you’re making me.”

“Yes, please,” she whispered.

“That’s a good girl,” I said, gripping her knees and pulling her around so her hips were close to the edge of the bed. “You’re so pretty when you beg.” I drew her knees open and knelt on the floor between them. Using my first and middle fingers, I stroked from the underside of her ass along the outside of her pussy lips, all the way up to her bare mound. She’d had hair the last time, but now she was completely smooth, without a trace of stubble. I moved my fingers apart, spreading her cunt wide. Then I leaned in and took a slow, deep breath.

“Even your cunt is fucking perfect,” I said, sitting back and admiring the fucking masterpiece between her thighs. A tremor went through her legs, but I pulled her knee further open, spreading her pussy lips and taking in the sight of her bare, pink cunt open and waiting for me to use it any way I wanted.

“What are you doing?” she whispered again.

“I’m admiring the cunt that made me beg.” I pinched my fingers in, squeezing her clit between them. She gasped, and her clit throbbed so hard it slipped from between my fingers. I slid the two fingers downward, stroking her wet slit.

I stroked up and down through her inner lips until she was soaking wet for me. Her heart may have been cold as ice, but her pussy was hot and glistening with her need for me, her clit swollen and throbbing when I touched it. I teased it with my fingertip until she whimpered and squirmed on the bed, and then I pushed a finger deep inside her. She sucked in a breath and arched her back.

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