Page 12 of Hung Up

The image he painted was vivid and my skin flushed. Pierce held me captive me with his heated gaze.

“Almost.”

Suddenly it felt like the AC had kicked off and my sheets were too hot. My lips parted as I gasped quietly, but he noticed anyway.

“Would you have fucked me until I broke? Would you have used my plastic frame like a live cock, giving yourself pleasure over and over with no regard for my needs?”

His hand gathered my hair at the nape of my neck and pulled it gently, tipping my face towards his. There was no escape.

Not that I wanted one.

His brown eyes twinkled with arousal, a peek behind the curtain showing me just how much he’d enjoy that. How my pleasure would be his pleasure, therefore my needs would be his needs.

Fuck, they just didn’t make men like this.

Or, I supposed not since AT&T discontinued this particular phone in the nineties.

Pierce let go of my hair and grasped the blanket that covered my naked body, slowly dragging it down until I was bared to him. His gaze licked across my skin, around each stiff nipple, down the curve of my hips, and into the small thatch of hair above my pussy. His hand followed a breath later, slowly dancing over my shoulder, down the dip of my waist, and between my legs, pushing them apart in silent command.

My thighs fell open, the air rushing against my spread pussy. Pierce licked his lips as his fingers slipped over me, his gaze snapping back to mine as he strummed at my clit. His piercing gaze held me still as he touched me, finding exactly the rhythm and pressure that drove me wild. When my hips bucked, he smirked, dipping his fingers down to my entrance to gather my slick before smearing it over my clit. The cool air chilled my heated arousal, feeling like a hundred tiny pricks as he continued to rub my sensitive flesh.

Finally, his fingers curled inside me. My legs twitched while he pumped his strong fingers. I was a puppet under his total command.

A thumb landed on my clit and I jumped, its rhythmic circling movements driving me mad.

“I don’t know which is more jealous of my fingers right now: my cock or my tongue.”

I gasped, one sharp inhale as he moved his fingers in and out of me. The wet squelching coming from between my legs was borderline obscene, but it seemed to just spur him on.

“Which would make you come harder?” he mused, shifting his hand to grind the heel of his hand on my clit. The pressure was deliciously overwhelming and my hips lifted of their own accord, chasing the pleasure he so easily gave.

“It’d be a three-way tie, I’m sure,” I somehow managed through harsh breaths. My face flushed and my eyes fluttered shut as warmth gathered in my core. His skillful fingers worked me higher, gaining force as he fingered me within an inch of my life.

“You look like a goddess when you’re being fucked.” His tone was reverent, like the sight of my blushing face and stiff nipples were something to worship.

I wouldn’t mind seeing him down on his knees for me. I was sure I could think of something for him to worship while he was down there . . .

Whimpers fell from me as I tried to stave off the orgasm, but Pierce gave no quarter. He pushed me deeper into my mattress as his fingers continued to work me over.

“Do you want to come on my hand,” Pierce whispered against my lips, “or come on my cock?”

My mouth went dry.

“Your cock,” I groaned as he twisted his digits inside of me. “I need your cock.”

Pierce was nothing if not a good listener. Within seconds he’d lined himself up and thrust inside of me. He made it halfway before pausing.

His lithe fingers were nothing compared to his rigid cock. Stars sparkled behind my eyes as I fought to accommodate his size.

“Don’t worry, love,” he whispered against my ear. “You can take it.” His fingers returned to my clit, dancing over the hardened bud as he made shallow thrusts to gain entry.

I melted. How did he know exactly what turned me on?

Pierce shoved his way inside of me as my body finally acquiesced. His cock was thick and perfect and filled me up entirely.

“H-how?” I managed between thrusts, my small breasts bouncing from each snap of his hips.

One large hand grabbed my waist, pulling me down to meet each thrust. The other gripped the headboard as he lifted himself a few inches above me. I looked down between our bodies and I swore I could see the outline of his cock moving in my lower belly.

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