Page 31 of Hung Up

“You only have to call, darling.” I stifled laughter at the irony.

“Same time next week?” Ethan asked before gulping his whiskey. The ice clinked in his glass.

“It’s a date,” I confirmed. “Stay relaxed, darling. Otherwise, next time I may not go so easy on you.”

Ethan chuckled before ending the call. I looked at Pierce, chest still heaving from his orgasm.

His brow raised as he surveyed the jewelry I now wore.

“You should be drenched in my cum always.”

I glanced down at my chest, at the pearly liquid dripping over my breasts and seeping into my skin. I rubbed some into my nipple, which was pointed and desperately needing attention.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I said, repeating my words from the store earlier.

Pierce leaned forward, sucking my sticky nipple into his mouth and twisting the other with a free hand. After a breath, he bit the bud lightly, grazing his teeth along the underside of my breast and raising his head to meet my gaze.

“It’s a guarantee,” he finally ground out, repeating his response as he looked back at me, eyes filled with sensual promise.

I picked up the cock ring from where it had landed and slid it onto Pierce’s length. His jaw clenched tightly once it was situated at the base of his cock. His impressive length was already hardening again, and I teased it with a light scrape of my nails. His head tilted back a degree and the knot on his throat jumped as he swallowed.

“Are you ready for me, Harper?”

“Are you ready for me, Pierce?” Reaching down, I turned on the cock ring and then wrapped my arms around his neck.

Pierce’s eyes went wide as he lost himself to the vibrations.

I cleared my throat, and he looked at me sheepishly before seeming to remember his task at hand: me.

“First,” he said as he thrust to the hilt inside of me, “I’m going to fuck this pretty little pussy of yours . . .” He trailed off as he pumped inside of me several times, each time with more force than the last. The vibrations of the cock ring and his rigid length fucking me was a deadly combination.

Stroke after stroke, he sent me higher and higher. A tender hand swept my sweaty hair out of my face, clearing my vision as he lowered his face to mine.

After sharing his breath, he slipped his hand between us, grabbing slick straight from my drenched pussy and soaking my clit with my arousal. His deft fingers slid on the outside of his cock, massaging both my labia and his shaft with each thrust like he was signing yes. His knuckles ground into us and I whimpered. Loudly.

“And then I’m going to fuck that perfect tight ass of yours, while I fuck your pussy with the cock we bought earlier, both at the same time. How does that sound, darling?”

My back arched, pressing my aching nipples against his chest. His chest hair scraped against my sensitive skin but it only heightened my arousal.

Pulsing waves fluttered inside of me as I gripped his cock tightly.

“I think your pussy can’t wait to be filled . . .”

He was right. I clamped down on him, the pleasure mounting as he continued to rock inside of me.

“Or . . .” His voice was contemplative as he reached over to grab the dildo. “You want to be filled, baby?” He tapped the crown of the silicone cock right on my clit.

I wasn’t sure if I was to be able to respond verbally, so I nodded instead.

“Watch me fill this pretty pussy.”

My head fell backwards onto the pillow as his dirty words washed over me. I swear this man could get me off with his words alone.

His cock helped, too, though.

“I said, watch me.”

A prodding at my cunt had my eyes flying open. But that entrance was already filled with his massive cock.

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