Page 121 of Tips and Trysts

Our hands roam, exploring each other like it’s our first time. My fingers tweak the bars in her nipples and slide along the charm in her belly button. They caress her four pussy piercings—familiar gildings that greet me every time I indulge in her cunt. I touch her. I worship her.

She does the same.

Her hand cups the head of my cock, drawing pre-cum over the ball of my piercing. She jerks me deliberately, eagerly, while her mouth blazes a trail from my lips, down my neck, and onto my nipples.

“You’re so handsome,” she says between lapping at the tip of my nipple and sucking on it. “Ridiculously fine.”

Her brown eyes meet mine, big and adoring, over the hill of my pectoral. Grinning, she nips me, sending a shockwave of pain and pleasure through the sensitive peak.

“Are you done teasing me?” I ask, petting her hair before I fist it. “Done pretending you’re not counting down the milliseconds until you can fill your needy pussy with my cock?”

“Fuck off.”

“Suck it,” I order, pushing on her head. “Show me what a talented little cocksucker you are.”

Her throat is tight and ready for me. Her lips press against my pubic hair, and she hums, redefining the standards for a good blow job.

“That’s my girl,” I groan. “Sucking like a slut who can’t go a day without a cock in her throat. Mine’s the best one—the one you like the most. You like this big, pierced shit to gag on, don’t you?” I slap her cheek with the tips of my fingers. “Eyes on me.”

She does as I order but flips me off in the process, eyebrow high like a pissed off goddess. I love it.

I only get a few more seconds of head before she pulls off my cock, smirking when I raise my hips to follow her retreating mouth.

“Flip over.”

“What?”

Her expression is the epitome oftry me. “Flip over or I’ll make you.”

I’ve never moved faster. Once I’m on my stomach, Cora’s hands go to my ass cheeks.

“Princess…” I warn.

“You think I won’t play nice?” she coos before she parts my ass cheeks, lets out a soft groan, and presses her tongue to my asshole.

…My god, that’s the good shit. “Holy fuck,” I grit out. “That’swhat that feels like? No wonder you’re such a slut for it.”

Cora has played with my asshole a lot, to say the least. I’ve played with hers too—eagerly. But right now, when her tongue is lapping at my hole while her fingertip breaches me, I realize how much I have to learn. Because this thing she’s doing? This thing with her finger and her tongue? I’ve forgotten my own name.

My lower body is alight with pleasure, and I’m gripping the sheets, begging for it, pleading her for more while she lackadaisically strokes my cock under me. I’m losing it—fast.Seconds later, when the round tip of a lubed-up plug presses into my asshole, I’m a new man.

The plug is like nothing I’ve ever felt. The pressure is pure heat, like a simultaneous stretch and pull, and I feel like I could climax on a hair trigger. I won’t, obviously, but I’m ready. And when Cora tells me to flip over again, my need to come is borderline biological. She’s so goddamn pretty and powerful with her long hair spread over her shoulders, tangled in the bars in her nipples. My body justwantsto come inside her.

Smiling, she mounts me, shoves three of my fingers into her mouth, and starts fucking me. She takes all of me, every inch, and the coarse hairs at the base of my cock go damp with her arousal when she raises herself fractionally and lowers once more, adjusting.

“Princess,” I say around a moan while running my free hand over her smooth thigh. “God, you fit that cock right in there, didn’t you?”

She nods and rises again, higher this time. Her hips take on a life of their own, working me up—working both of us up—but I want more motion.

Cora’s favorite part about a pierced dick is the added sensation when it enters her. I know this about her. I knoweverythingabout her, about how she thinks, about how she fucks—and I’m quick to give her what she needs. I wrench my fingers from her mouth and latch my hands on her hips, gripping her outright. Once I have the angle right, I hold her steady while I rail her from below.

“Shit, Ev, you really know what to do with that thing.” Cora throws her head back and—as if magnetized—my hand abandons her hip and goes to her neck at once, collaring her.

“Such a whore,” I grit. “You fuck so good because you’ve had so much practice—because you show this pussy off like a shameless little slut, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she manages to say against the pressure of my palm on her windpipe. “Fuck me, Ev, please. Please. Give me more of your cock.”

“Slap me,” I demand.

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