Page 10 of Hung Up

“Wouldn’t it?” he asked as he traced my clit with his tongue. His lips tickled my sensitive flesh with each word, each breath.

Two more pumps of his hand and I exploded. My world ceased to exist beyond the spasm of my cunt, gripping his fingers inside of me like it wanted him to move in.

It went on for what felt like ages.

When I’d finally returned to earth, my arm was draped over my face. Bright light streamed in through my windows still, despite it having felt like hours since I’d gotten home.

Brown eyes captured my attention as my breath returned to normal. My mind still couldn’t comprehend how this was actually fucking possible.

Based on empirical fucking evidence, Pierce was real.

Pierce licked his wet lips, his grin returning in full force as he regarded me. “I was wrong,” he began, wiping his lips stained with my cum with his thumb. “You don’t taste like heaven. You taste like sin.”

My heart thumped in my chest and my cunt still pulsed.

“And I need to repent.”

My eyes bugged out of my skull. I looked down at his stiff cock, the hard length molded against the hot pink boxer-briefs. Of course he wanted more, he hadn’t even gotten off yet. Saliva gathered in my mouth, and I gulped greedily. I wanted this man now.

“I can help with that,” I whispered, yanking off my slip.

Pierce barely spared me a glance before he lunged at me, tossing me over his shoulder before stalking back to my bedroom. The upside-down world provided a great view of his pink-covered ass, and my hands reached for his firm backside. I squeezed until I heard a groan, right before a smack landed on my bare ass.

I moaned, the sting of his slap only turning me on further.

Before I could verbalize my desires, my breath whooshed out of my chest as I was unceremoniously tossed onto my huge bed. I bounced once with a shriek before bouncing again as Pierce jumped into the bed with me. We crashed together, our bodies instinctively tangling together.

Pierce slid a hand down between our bodies to strum at my clit. Sparks tingled over my skin with each pass. But I wanted my taste.

Pierce stilled as I pushed a hand onto his chest, pressing his body away from me.

“You’re going to have to wait,” I said mischievously.

Pierce reached for me, once more, but I playfully slapped his hand away.

“It’s my turn.”

Pierce stilled, his hand paused in mid-air, lust dripping from his gaze as a lazy smile appeared. “Tick-tock,” he then challenged with a raised brow.

On his cue, I slunk down his body. God, it was like he was made for me. His lithe form, tight abdomen, and extremely happy trail of dark hair, disappearing into those ridiculous pink boxers. My hands slipped under the waistband, teasing him as I ran my fingers across his skin. He was soft, but oh so tight at the same time.

Pierce groaned, curses falling from his lips. A stain of pink blushed the ridge of his nose as his head fell back ever so slightly, eyes closing as he succumbed to my wiles.

Patience had never been one of my virtues, so after only a moment of torment, I gave in and yanked his boxers down. My jaw hit the floor as the most glorious cock sprung up at me. Thick and rigid with a monstrous vein pulsing along the shaft, the slight upward curve promised it to hit all the best spots. The purple head already glistened with precum and my mouth watered.

Tentatively, my hand reached towards the snake in front of me. Long red nails wrapped around his firm length and the moment I made contact, hissed cries fell from Pierce’s lips. My attention flicked back to him as I began to slowly twist and squeeze my hand. His eyes were scrunched and his hands gripped my white satin sheets.

His hot length was so thick I could barely wrap my fingers around it. It had to be almost nine inches long. It would destroy me if I fucked it.

But I had never been a quitter, and hell if I’d start now.

I picked up the pace as I dropped my head, my tongue flicking over the seam of his cock to taste the salty pre leaking out. It was musky and manly and addicting. I wrapped my mouth tight around him, my lips cushioning my teeth as I bounced along his shaft.

“Oh, fuck, love,” Pierce moaned, bringing a hand to the crown of my head. He pushed down gently, but I wanted him to choke me on it. Next time, I supposed. I’d tell him when I wasn’t stuffed full of his cock.

My skin felt like it was on fire, so I slipped a hand down to strum my clit. My earlier orgasm coupled with the erotic enigma that was Pierce, I was already so close as I worked us over.

“Use your teeth,” he gritted out and my eyes popped open. He was staring at me while biting his bottom lip, the poor flesh bruised and swollen. So he must like a little pain to his pleasure . . .

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