Page 3 of Gilded Fake

“Colt,” she gasped.

“That’s right, Butterfly,” I said, slowly moving my finger in a circle inside her. “I like the sound of my name on your lips while I play with your pretty little pussy.”

“That feels so good,” she moaned.

“I’m going to finger your cunt until you cum for me,” I promised her. “And then I’m going to lick it up one drop at a time until you give me all of it. When you’re empty, I’m going to fill you with my cock until you’re the one begging, and then I’m going to give you my cum—if you beg pretty enough.”

“Please,” she whimpered, her fingers curling into the sheets as mine glided into her slick pink cunt. I pushed another finger in and stroked them slowly inside her until she was gasping and trembling, her thighs quaking and her hands fisting the sheets. I used my other hand to spread her open wider, stroking her clit as it hardened and pulsed for me, a delicious little pink bud that I wanted to suck until it melted on my tongue.

I held back, taking my time. I wanted to watch her, not miss a single moment of her complete surrender to me. I felt power swell inside me when I took in her perfect body laid out and trembling helplessly for my touch. It was the body of a queen, a woman worthy of a king, the body Royal got to fuck whenever he wanted. Today, though, I owned her pleasure, her submission.

“Colt,” she cried, her narrow hips jerking as I fucked her with my fingers.

“That’s right, butterfly,” I murmured. “I want to hear you moan my name while you cum for me.”

“Oh god…” She gasped out between breaths.

“Wrong answer,” I said. “That’s not my name. Say it, Queen Gloria. Who’s your king now?” I pressed harder on the spot inside her that made her gasp before.

“Oh god, it’s you, Colt,” she whispered, and I felt the squeeze and throb of her cunt as she finally let go, the wet heat of her cum bathing my fingers. I stroked my thumb slowly over her clit, and it pulsed against my touch, her sheath still fluttering around my fingers.

“That’s my good girl,” I murmured, keeping my fingers inside while I leaned in and tasted her, working my tongue slowly over her until she was shaking and crying my name again. When I felt her start to pulse, I slid my fingers out and spread her open, pushing my tongue as deep inside her as I could reach, so I could taste her cum and feel her shatter for me again.

This time, I slid onto the bed beside her when she was done. Her face was flushed, her eyes dazed, her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. She was so fucking perfect I wanted to keep fucking her all day. Instead, I leaned down and kissed her softly, then traced my fingers over her lips, coating them with her release.

“What are you doing?” she managed.

“You taste so fucking good,” I murmured, running my tongue over her lips, licking off her cum before sliding my fingers into her mouth this time.

Her blue eyes went wide, and she just stared up at me, her long lashes fluttering.

“Suck it off, my pretty little thing,” I whispered into her ear. “I want to taste your cunt while my cock is buried inside it.”

Her lips closed around my fingers, tentatively sucking.

“That’s it,” I murmured. “Keep sucking just like that.” The sensation of her tongue moving against my skin made my cock throb so hard my head spun, and a drop of precum slid onto her hip. I moved on top of her and reached down to rub the head of my cock through her soaking wet slit.

She shuddered under me when she felt the hard metal against her soft, swollen flesh. Then she turned her head away, spitting out my fingers. “Let me watch,” she said. “I’ve never been with a guy who was pierced.”

I chuckled and knelt between her thighs, grabbing the two pillows and stuffing them under her shoulders when she leaned up on her elbows. She reached down to spread her pussy open with one hand, her delicate pink nails looking so innocent even as she fingered her engorged clit.

“Atta girl,” I said. “But you know how thick I am. You’re going to have to open that pretty little pussy wider if you’re going to take me with these piercings. I know you want people to think your legs are sewn together, but I’ve seen you spread them on the football field.”

She gave a little huff, but she spread her knees wider, almost doing a full splits for me, revealing just how flushed and swollen her cunt was, dripping and ready for me to fuck her. I grabbed my cock again, coating the head in her slipperiness before pushing it against her clit, grinding the metal ball on the bottom of my tip slowly over the nub I’d sucked until it was a bright, angry shade of red. It throbbed, and my cock responded. Another drop of precum oozed from the glistening tip, leaking over the metal hardware before trickling onto her slick flesh.

She reached down, gripping my cock and pushing me against her opening. “I’m ready,” she said, letting her blonde hair fall down behind her as she lifted her body to meet mine.

“That’s right, Butterfly,” I said. “Work that thirsty pussy down over my cock. I’ll water it with cum until it can’t hold another drop.”

She squirmed under me, lying her shoulders back and raising her hips higher, forcing herself onto my cock, impaling her greedy little pussy with a few inches of my shaft.

“Help me,” she whimpered. “Please, Colt. I need you.”

“That’s right,” I say. “Beg for me just like that. Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Please, god. Colt. I want to feel you inside me. I need you.”

“That’s it,” I said, gripping her hip and leaning forward onto my palm, easing up inside her so she could feel the piercings against her walls as her cunt stretched around my girth. “Keep going. You’re doing so fucking good.”

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