Page 16 of Raw & Vulnerable

Unzip.

This isn’t the place that Minnie would have chosen, but thoughts like that slowly drift away. She feels like she’s someone else, someone desirable. Like she’s the prey and he’s about to devour her. When his hand disappears into her unzipped jeans, she clutches at his arms, legs going weak.

It’s like touching a caged tiger, feeling the strength in his frame, in his body. Her pale hands against the stark black ink in his flesh is visceral, intensely arousing.

His fingers curl into her heated flesh with embarrassing ease and Minnie’s head tips back with a gasp. His teeth press against her throat, threatening and erotic in ways Minnie doesn’t understand. She craves it, the danger, the risk he represents.

Every pinprick of his teeth against her flesh has her arching against him, delirious, lost in the sensation of being in his control.

She wants him to consume her, she wants him to kneel between her thighs and place his lips where his fingers are…

“Is this all for me?” His voice is thick, his fingers squelching. “You’ve got the juiciest pussy, princess.”

His cock swells in his jeans, his excitement over her revealed arousal reaching a fever pitch. His breathing shifts, rough and shallow. Every sound that slips from Minnie’s lips causes him to groan in his throat, in tune with her.

His pleasure is connected to hers; he’s practically panting in growing need.

The press of his thick fingers becomes more forceful, betraying how badly he wants her, reducing him to simple animal lust, a primal need to rut, fuck, and claim.

She grabs his strong wrist as his fingers start dipping into her harder. “Careful,” she says in a high-pitched voice, rising up onto her tiptoes even more, her back sliding upwards on the door. “Be gentle. P-please.”

He pauses, slows his movements, a shaky breath leaving his lips, trying to calm himself. He gentles, making her insides purr. “You say ‘please’ so nicely. Say it again.” His broad thumb circles her aching clit, his other hand coming up to cup one of her breasts, pinching her hard nipple through her bra. The sensation of both points being played with creates an unending loop of fierce arousal, need pouring through Minnie.

He’s massaging her left breast, slowly pushing it upward, pushing until her nipple pops free of her bra. One pretty, pink little nipple, exposed to his ravenous gaze. He leans down and Minnie flushes, mortified that she’s let him do this, considering they aren’t even…dating…it isn’t proper…andoh.

Wet heat covers her aching nipple, causing her hips to thrust upward sharply. He grunts against her flesh in surprise.

She barely knows him…oh, what’s he doing now…this is all quite inappropriate…but,oh, yes…

The tip of Gage’s tongue brushes once, twice, three times across her sensitive bud. Every little touch has Minnie gasping, arching her back ever more, trying to get closer to the source of her ecstasy. He plays, suckles, licks. He’s loud, sloppy, sometimes delicate. Minnie’s body is on fire.

Her fingers make their way into his buzzed hair, feeling the alternating softness on top and the roughness on the shorter sides. “Please.”

He rubs his covered cock against her hip, fingers buried against her sopping folds. When he grabs one of her delicate hands, he presses it to his aching hardness, groaning out, “Touch me. I’m so goddamn hard for you. Just from fingerin’ you, fuckin’ a.”

Minnie’s breath catches in her chest, feeling the size of him, bold, hard, and heated through his jeans. It seems big, not that she has much experience in that department. Gently, getting a feel for him, she presses against it, cups it, strokes it up and down, feeling empowered by his bitten off noises of need.

“Take it out, princess. Yeah, like that. Like what you see?”

Minnie feels all the blood she has remaining in her body rush to her face. There’s a metallic flash that she can’t miss, even in this dank hole of a bathroom. “Oh, I ah…oh…how do I…”

She never seen one like this before. Oh, no, she certainlyhasn’t.That had to hurt, she thinks in awe.

He grins, smug, a hint of male pride glittering in his eyes. Holding her small hand in his larger one, he presses her hand to his aching, turgid member, his eyes fluttering a bit as he shows her how to manage him. “Just like this. See? Easy. You know what to do. I’m easy, baby.”

Sliding flesh, gentle strokes. Soft, wet noises. Groans.

“I can’t hurt you with the…”

He chuckles, a sharp, bitten off sound, more of a bark. “The piercings? Nah, you can’t hurt me. It feels good, go on, play with the jewelry.”

Minnie is already five steps ahead in her brain, her shameless, surprisingly filthy brain. What does it feel like to be penetrated by a man with not one, but two piercings on his cock? There’s one metal bead at his slit and another just below the underside of the glans; Minnie doesn’t want to know how they’re subtly connected. Immediately below that is a horizontal piercing through the thin skin of the shaft, also with two sleek beads on either end.

Nothing big or gaudy, no obnoxious rings. The beads are sleek and smooth, pressed against his impressive flesh. She’s intrigued.

He’s leaking precum, sticky and gratuitous, all over her delicate hand as she caresses his cock with interest. His hips are moving slightly, following her, trying to thrust in the gentle circle of her hand where she holds him below the two small pieces of smooth metal.

Reaching with her other hand, she seeks his balls, feeling their heaviness in her palm.

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