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Before I can think about what I’m doing, I free my aching, heavy cock, and she eats it up with her eyes.

She gasps as she takes in the two piercings at the head of it, and I give her a moment to look her fill.

She reaches a hand down, rubbing it over the piercings, where pre-cum is already beading. Her fingertip moves one of the bars slightly, and I groan, hips moving forward of their own volition.

“Do these hurt?” Her blue eyes flick back up to mine.

I shake my head. “Not now, no. You’re going to like them, minaccia, trust me.”

“What’s it called?”

I grin, and I know I look even more deranged as I do. “The Magic Cross.”

I jack my hand over my cock a couple strokes, teasing it, and she lets her hand grip back onto the sink as she readies herself.

A moment ago, I would’ve taken her hard and fast, but now I toy with her. I run the tip of me through her wetness, her heat caressing me as the piercings shift inside me. There’s a ball on each end of the bar, two on either side, and they bump along her already sensitive flesh.

“Holy shit, they feel good,” she says, hands gripping tight onto the sink as she lets her body go lax, head lolling back.

It’s so fucking hot to watch a strong woman who oozes independence let her inhibitions drop away, allowing you to take the reins of her pleasure.

It’s intoxicating, even.

“They’re going to feel even better soon, minaccia,” I tease, and she gasps as I tease my head through her entrance, letting the bars push and drag against her inner walls as I press in halfway and then tug back slowly.

“Dante, Jesus, are you trying to kill me?”

I chuckle. “No, beautiful, I’m trying to get you ready.”

“For what?”

“For the ride of your fucking life.”

The little beast sits up some on the sink, grabs my hips, and tugs me forward, her cunt gobbling up my dick as I’m pulled intoher depths like a man dragged to the bottom of the ocean by a siren.

“Fuck, Alyssa, goddamnit!” I snarl with a moan that paints her perfect body as she moans partly in agreement and partly in conquest.

“That’s better. Now, fuck me, Dante. Stop playing around.”

I’m shocked, but for only a moment.

It seems I underestimated my opponent.

“Yes, ma’am,” I reply, tugging her body closer to the edge of the sink, where mine is the only thing holding her up, keeping her from falling to the tile below.

My thrusts grow frantic, and our cries become frenzied as we lose ourselves together, forgetting all the bullshit going on downstairs and both our loyalties.

It’s irresponsible, really, but neither of us seems to give a fuck.

I’m nearly there when she pushes me out of her, and my back hits the open door of the bathroom. “What the fuck?” I breathe as she hops down, removes her top, and bends over the sink, her perfect ass on display as she waggles it back and forth.

“Deeper,” she pleads, her hand sliding down to rub her clit as I rush to listen to her demand.

“Anything you want, minaccia.”

Anything you fucking want.

CHAPTER FOUR

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