Page 18 of Hung Up

The finger nudging my ass slipped in as I fell into the pleasure he offered. Then one finger became two, and suddenly I needed more.

My cunt still pulsed from aftershocks of my first orgasm, but I was greedy.

“Now, Pierce,” I damn near begged. My blood was scorching under my skin.

Pierce adjusted himself, jerking his cock with his left hand and my panties, slick with my arousal. Precum dripped from his throbbing length, and my mouth watered.

“You want this cock, love?”

His words sent sparks down my body, electrifying my skin with their carnal promises.

“You know I do, Romeo.”

My body was flushed, the heat gathered in my lower half sparkling over my skin as we held the intense gaze.

Pierce groaned as he replaced his fingers with the blunt tip of his rigid cock. My eyes scrunched tight, but a firm finger circling my clit balanced the pressure.

“Stay open for me, Harper.”

Like I had a choice. Pierce played my body like a damn fiddle. Gazing up at him, Pierce’s face was one of pure concentration and awe. After a snap of his hips, the tip of his cock slipped into my hole, and I gasped. He worked himself in further, finger still strumming at my clit and the burn eased away, leaving nothing but need in its wake. The stretch was . . . different than I’d ever felt, but it was incredible.

Pierce straightened, drizzling the last of the lube over my cunt and ass, watching with rapt attention as his cock disappeared in and out of me. I couldn’t lie, I wished I could watch, too.

“God, you’re so tight.” Pierce’s abdomen rippled with each shallow thrust into me. “It’s like you’re trying to choke my cock,” he managed through clenched teeth, sweat beading along his hairline.

Picking up the pace, Pierce covered my body with his, tossing the empty bottle off to the side and thrusting inside of me as the pleasure mounted.

“More,” I pleaded, meeting him thrust for thrust as he consumed my every thought. I’d never had anything in my ass before. I’d never felt so full before. But I needed more.

Pierce hooked his thumb inside of my cunt, his four fingers rubbing at my lower belly while his thumb worked my G-spot. The palm of his hand rubbed into my clit with each pass, drawing me up higher to that cliffside. I could feel the flutters of my cunt squeezing his thumb, tightening as he fucked me, my orgasm teasing me from just . . . right . . . there . . .

“Oh, fuck,” Pierce groaned. “I’m sorr—”

The hand inside me stilled as Pierce’s body froze, a long moan escaping through his delectable mouth.

His hips sputtered, thrusting a few more times before slipping from my body. My orgasm was choked from me as I laid there gasping for breath. Pierce wrenched my legs open, staring at the cum that must’ve been leaking from my hole.

A hesitant finger touched me again, gathering the cum to push back inside me. Pierce licked his lips, his eyes feral like a wild animal.

My hips bucked, still needy. Pierce met my gaze and smirked.

“Well, aren’t you quick—”

A shrill ring and my heart jumped. Shit. Jackson.

Scrambling over to my cell, I answered immediately.

“Hi, Daddy,” I purred. Jackson needed to be called Daddy. And, as always, our sessions started as soon as I picked up the phone.

“Hi, princess,” he answered. “How was your day today?”

I settled back into the bed, Pierce eagerly waiting for my return. My foot snaked around his head, pulling his face to my pussy, my intentions clear.

I was not done with him.

Pierce took his instruction well, diving into my cunt like a man starved.

“Better, now that I’m talking to you, Daddy.” I moaned softly as Pierce circled my clit.

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