Page 9 of Hung Up

Pierce smirked and slid his knee between my legs, covering my body with his and returning the kiss with a passion that rivaled our first. Time slowed to a crawl as his tongue and fingers worked me up to the edge. It had been so long since I’d been kissed like this. And if this was how he kissed? God knew I probably wouldn’t survive how he fucked.

Pierce’s warm breath washed over my face. “Can’t you see? That makes you my religion.”

The world around us fell away.

“What else do you taste like?” Pierce whispered against my lips with one more light kiss before meeting my gaze. His fingers pushed back my hair from my face, tracing the flush of my skin over the ridge of my nose, before dragging my bottom lip down. His gaze dropped to my mouth, staring at it as if it held the answers to the universe.

“Why don’t you find out?” I challenged, licking the pad of his thumb before pulling back and raising a sculpted black brow.

Pierce flashed a sensual smile and tilted his head.

“Ask me nicely.”

I gulped, the flirty banter quickly becoming explosive. His brown eyes darkened as they traced down my neck before snapping back to meet mine.

“Please, Pierce,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please taste me.” I pressed a firm hand on his shoulder, making my intent crystal clear.

Pierce smiled brightly, his white teeth gleaming as if out of a Colgate commercial. “As the lady commands,” he agreed.

The only sound I could process was my blood rushing through my veins, my heartbeat banging against my ribcage, my breaths chopping from my lungs. Pierce dropped one knee to the floor, sliding down my body as he lifted my purple satin slip to my waist. I hadn’t worn any panties to bed, so my pussy was on full display. The neatly trimmed hair already glistened with my arousal, and Pierce looked hungry.

“Is this what paradise looks like?” he whispered, hands pressing my thighs apart even further so he could closely inspect my cunt. Blood rushed to my cheeks at the open display.

Pierce dipped his head into the apex of my legs, a tentative tongue tracing over my labia. My hips bucked at the touch, the feeling awakening something long dormant in me.

I’d become too dependent on my own hand—and princess phone, apparently—to get me off.

Sparks sizzled as Pierce licked and tasted me with a fervor, groaning desperately as he consumed my arousal. My hands flew to the mop of brown curls, gripping hard as I pushed my pussy into his willing face.

“Fuuuuck.” My voice was breathless and my eyes fell shut as Pierce worked me over. “Fingers,” I panted, “I need your fingers.”

Pierce smiled into my cunt, his tongue flicking my clit over and over, building me higher and higher with each pass. His mouth raised up an inch, before he blew air directly onto my skin. My mind frizzled out.

A moment later, strong fingers danced over my wet center, teasing me with each pass. Each time he circled my opening, he gently traced my clit, but refused to sink inside of me. It was tortuous. And I could only take so much.

“Pierce,” I practically growled. “Fuck me with your fingers.”

He chuckled darkly, and his eyes lifted to meet mine.

“As the lady commands,” he repeated, before driving two fingers into my cunt. Immediately he curved them and rubbed along my upper wall, confidently finding my G-spot within seconds.

Honestly, it was impressive.

My sight went dark as my head fell back onto a pillow and my eyes shut. Pierce’s mouth returned to me and feasted.

Fingers fucking me with the perfect pressure, tongue and teeth licking and nipping at my clit . . .

My grip on his hair tightened as I rolled my hips into Pierce’s face. His one arm snaked under my thigh, holding my legs open while his other hand continued to fuck me.

“Look at this pretty pink pussy. It’s just dripping for me, isn’t it?” he cooed as he watched his fingers slide inside of me. “It would’ve been such a shame if I hadn’t have been here to help take care of it.”

I gasped, his dirty words coiling tightly around me. His fingers continued to plunge inside of me as his thumb circled my clit and I drew closer towards that edge. Pierce finally looked up at me, a roguish joke written plainly on his face.

“Wouldn’t it have been?”

I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Pierce,” I whimpered, eyes screwing shut as the first waves fluttered deep in my belly.

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