Page 18 of The Crime of Intensity

I’ve had the Prince Albert piercing for a few years, and I have to admit, I never thought about the woman’s perspective ’cause I couldn’t care less. Now, though? Taking in the wide eyes of my old lady as they fill with lust? She’s completely intrigued as I slowly pump my cock in my hand and let the piercing tease her clit as I spread my precum all over her slick pussy.

My voice is guttural, even to my own ears, when I ask, “This pussy ever had a pierced cock fuck it hard?”

She only shakes her head and gasps when I smack her clit hard with my cock, making sure the piercing hits the bundle of nerves.

“Good girl, answering my question with what I like to hear. Now, answer me this…are you going to let me fuck you bare?” I feed her greedy pussy an inch or two before sliding over her clit again. “I’m clean and ready to fill you to the brim with my cum.”

Kathleen raises her hips, moving to seek out my cock to impale herself. She’s caught up in the lust and desire drenching the room, and so am I. Though, I need her to answer the damn question.

Moving my head close to her tit, I snag her nipple between my teeth and give her a sweet bite. She gasps as I free her nipple and stare down at her to see the sting of pain morphing into pleasure.

“Give me an answer, Kathleen. If you don’t, I’ll fuck you bare. I already know you’re mine no matter what and any kid we’ll conceive will be welcomed with open arms. Yet, you might want to focus on us and your career before taking a couple of months off to pop out our kid so you can go back to working again.”

Her body stops moving and the lust in her eyes dims slightly to give her some focus.

The corner of my mouth twitches. “I knew that would get your attention.”

“A couple of months off,” she muses and slightly tilts her head. “You wouldn’t force me to stop?”

The hand I had wrapped around my cock is now cupping the side of her face. “Pinning down a force as powerful as a tornado when it comes to law enforcement would be an insane effort. The town would take a hit and so would I because there’s no way you would respect me if I don’t respect you. If the tables were turned, would you demand I stopped working for any reason whatsoever?”

“Hell no,” she instantly states. “Solving crime is a part of you, just like riding your motorcycle, or a horse for that matter.”

I smile proudly. “That right there, boss lady, is why I would never hesitate to return the respect and loyalty engraved in your bones.”

“I never stood a chance the day we met, did I?” she murmurs.

Reaching down, I fist my cock and line up. I slam my hips forward and bury myself to the hilt inside her when I growl, “Mine.”

Her nails are digging into my shoulders and she’s completely rigid underneath me. Her eyes are squeezed shut and I stare down at her when the realization hits as hard as her tight as hell pussy squeezing the life out of my cock.

I let my head fall in the crook of her neck, tenderly brushing my nose up and down to try and smooth out some of the tension in her body.

“Such a good girl, taking my cock to the hilt and trying to strangle my length in retaliation. Tell me, are you so fucking tight because you have been saving this sweet pussy just for my cock?” I croak.

“I’m not a virgin,” she clips and adds in a mere whisper, “I’ve used toys.”

I could laugh, but she wouldn’t like it. Fucking hell, used toys. That doesn’t compare to my pierced cock.

Not to mention, “You’ve only been teasing yourself with those toys, haven’t you? Experimenting without satisfaction I reckon.”

Because if she did fuck herself with a fake dick, she would have reacted differently to me filling her up in one stroke. I mean, I’m big, but I don’t have a monstrosity of a cock.

She glares at me. “Are we going to have sex or do you need to keep talking so you’ll get off by the sound of your voice?”

Motherfucker.

I shift on top of her and let my dick slide a few inches out of her tight pussy before surging back in. She gasps and I smirk down at her. Wrapping my fingers around her throat, I place my thumb on her chin to make sure she keeps her eyes locked with mine as I lean in.

Our mouths are a breath apart when I grunt, “I will only get off when your pussy strangles my cock during the orgasm I’ll be giving you.”

“Shut up and kiss me, asshole,” she hisses and I chuckle as I slam my mouth over hers.

Slamming my hips back and forth, I keep fucking her while our mouths fight for dominance. I can feel her pulse underneath my hand. The experience is exhilarating. Everything about this woman heightens the sense of my being.

Having her close, our bodies slick and warm against one another as I keep burying myself inside her, flaming up an orgasm we both crave shows how extremely compatible we are. Moving as one force entwined in bliss is a first for me, and I know it’s the same for her.

Her pussy tightens, hips slamming back as she fucks herself on and off my cock while I move my hips in a punishing rhythm. Rough. Carnal. Erratic breathing. Flesh hitting flesh. Yet, it’s the most beautiful experience between a man and a woman. To be able to merge and become one with pleasure two people create and relish in together.

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