Page 46 of Unforeseen Love

“It’s a Prince Albert piercing. Don’t worry, I’ll let you see it before the night is over. I’m not done with you yet.”

And then I thrust into her in short, fast pumps. She rocks back, meeting my every thrust, and I hate that there’s clothes between us.

“I’m going to fuck you fast. But when we get upstairs, I’m going to fuck you so slow you won’t be able to move without thinking of my cock buried deep in your pussy,” I say with a low grunt as I hold on to her hips, pulling her tighter against me, needing to be deeper. The friction between us is off the fucking Richter scale

“Oh shit, fuck, damn,” she curses.

I bring my hand to her cheek. “Suck my fingers.” I hold my index and middle out straight in front of her mouth.

She moves her head slightly and does as I ask, wrapping her lips around them and hollowing her cheeks.

“Enough,” I say, and she releases them with a soft popping sound.

I move my hand around to her stomach until I reach her clit and then I swipe my fingers over the plump mound––no doubt sensitive from the orgasm I coaxed out of her, but I’m greedy and I want to feel her pulse around my cock as I finally let myself come inside her.

“I need you to come on my dick. Can you do that for me?” I continue to rub her clit and thrust into her harder and faster. Her body begins to coil, tensing as she arches into me, taking me deeper, as if that’s even possible.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasps out.

And just like that, her channel squeezes my length in a vice-like grip.

“Fuck,” she screams, pulsing around me.

My spine tingles with raw need as I throw my head back and slam into her. I come in long hot bursts, emptying myself and filling her with my seed, and it just keeps coming. The fact I got myself off earlier clearly has nothing over what her body does to mine.

I cover her back with my chest and pull her tightly against me, both of us breathing heavily from the exertion.

ChapterTwenty-Nine

Sienna

Never has it felt this good, and by good, I mean earth shattering, mind blowing, orgasmic.

I’ve heard of men with piercings making the experience more pleasurable, but I didn’t expect that as my channel continues to pulse sporadically around his semi-hard dick, and I know at any moment he’s going to have to pull out, but for now I just want him to stay right where he is. Never have I felt this full.

He swipes the hair off my shoulder and kisses my jaw.

“Are you good?” he asks.

And the way he asks makes my chest squeeze. He sounds like he genuinely cares, and the thought terrifies me. When we’re arguing back and forth, I know where we stand. But the way he just said that has me feeling more vulnerable than having his cock still buried inside me or when he’s tongue fucking me.

“Better than good,” I reply, hoping he doesn’t hear the unease in my voice.

He pulls back enough to suck the column of my throat, the only place there’s visible skin. I’m sweating profusely. Never in my wildest dreams would I have expected to be fucked wearing my protective leather biker jacket.

“Good, because I’m not finished. I want you naked and spread eagled for me, so I can fuck you some more.”

I swear I feel him growing harder inside me already.

Pulling back, he slides out of me with a wet sound. It stings a little but in the best possible way, and I feel his come as it seeps from my pussy and down my inner thighs.

He surprises me when he kneels behind me and places a gentle kiss to each of my arse cheeks before reaching for my jeans and thong and pulling them back up.

Who is this man and what has he done with the Theo I love to loathe?

Sounds of him pulling up his own cause me to turn to face him. I can see his dick peeking out from the top of his open jeans, his engorged head glistening from our juices, and the glint of his silver piercing.

Curious, I reach out and touch the ball of the bar. His hands grip my biceps as he moves me back, and I kid you not, he just growled at me.

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