Page 25 of Raw & Vulnerable

His shirt ends up on the floor shortly after and he makes quick work of her own top, taking over quite literally to pull it off her frame. Minnie’s bra doesn’t match her panties and she really hopes he doesn’t mind.

It’s clear he doesn’t care an ounce, because his nearly naked form in pinning her to the bed, his lips drinking from hers impatiently. His cock is encased in firm compression underwear, but Minnie can feel the wet front of it against her leg.

He rolls them over, sprawling across his sheets so that he’s on his back and she’s astride him. Minnie flushes, feeling exposed, but he simply grips her ass hard with both hands, pressing her firmly against his erection while his hips arch up.

“Don’t be shy, princess.” His eyes are midnight, blown with lust. His chest, which also has aggressive, beautiful designs on it, is heaving. “Show me your tits.” He thrusts his hips upward and Minnie whines, feeling fire flash in her lower belly.

Feeling red as a firetruck, heart racing like a horse at the track, Minnie pulls her bra off, her breasts bouncing forward, nipples hard and aching for his attention.

“Play with them for me,” he rasps, eyes glued on her soft mounds, watching as they bounce with the rough shifts of his hips. “Pinch and tug, make them nice and needy, baby.”

She does as he asks, tentatively, embarrassed to touch herself in front of intently watching eyes. It builds her confidence when she realizes that she apparently can do no wrong; his cock is ready to split the scrap of clothing still between them.

“Like this?” She plays softly before gripping each nipple, pulling and tugging on her flesh.

“Yeah.Yeah.”

He rolls them over again, ripping off her panties without another word, exposing her completely. Instinctively, Minnie closes her thighs a bit, not liking the complete vulnerability. Purring deep in his chest, Gage crowds over her, kissing her, pouring himself into her with eagerness.

His kisses are all-consuming and Minnie wants nothing more than for him to become one with her, to take his pleasure from her body. She wants him to come undone, to be pleased with her. To need the place between her legs, to stroke himself to completion deep within.

Gage’s hand is busy and the next thing Minnie feels is the wet heat of his cock poking her leg. The bare, turgid flesh is incredibly hard against her soft, supple flesh. She imagines he’s positively aching, his heavy sack needing to empty.

She is for him to take, to fill, to desire.

He’s fully naked, beautiful in his maleness. Once again, Minnie feels a sliver of worry mixed with lust as she sees that magnificent cock of his, studded, dripping precum, and large. Aching to be inside her.

He works it against her hip, telling her softly, “I want to fuck, princess.” One large hand comes to the apex of her shut thighs, gentling against her mound, pressing up against her belly. “I wanna be in you.”

Chapter 11

Her fingers play over his burgeoning cock, watching as it jerks at her touch. “Is…is it going to hurt?” The piercings are thrilling, terrifying. She’s never…well she’s never seen a man with a genital piercing before, let alone slept with one.

Gage’s eyes are half-lidded with pleasure as she touches him, feeling the shape and firmness of him. Feeling every vein, touching every small silver bead with curiosity. He loves seeing her small hand trying to encircle his girth.

“Nah, princess. You’ll love it.” Those strong, veined hands fall on her shaking legs. “Come on, baby, open those thighs. Show me my treat.”

The skull and the snake on the back of his hand is visceral against her flesh, his fingertips digging into her soft skin.

Slowly, very slowly, Minnie spreads her legs for him, face hot, her core swollen and wet. Ready for him, yet nervous. Slick and achy, her own juices trickling out from inside.

His cock head is large, precum leaking out around the smooth piercing at his urethra. Long strands of fluid drool from his cock, his large sack hanging heavy between his thighs. Those firm hands glide across her body, shaking, hungry. His mouth is hot on hers, consuming, domineering. She loves it, melts underneath him as his fingers slip to her mound, tickling her slit gently. When he works those fingers deep inside, he groans, feeling her tight walls flex around him. “You’re tight,” he murmurs against her lips, nipping at her. “Almost too tight…”

Even with only two of his digits fully inside of her, Minnie feels a distinct stretch, a hint of discomfort around her desire, like a whisper. He scissors his fingers a bit, trying to open her up more, his brow furrowing briefly with concentration. He’s trying to work on the third.

“It’s been a long time,” she replies with embarrassment, worried that he’s displeased with this fact. “Unlike you, I don’t go around picking up strangers in bars.”

“Oh, forget about that.” The muscles in his arm bulge out slightly as he works his hand, putting a bit more effort into trying to prepare her. “I think I got that you don’t get around, but shit, don’t you play with yourself?”

Minnie flushes, thinking of the nights alone when she rubs herself, mind lost in some fantasy. “I do, but I’ve never quite liked dildos or penetrative vibrators…so I don’t use them.” Her lips quirk. “I do like those little pulsing toys that I can put on my…clit. That’s a lot of fun,” she breathes out, noticing the way he’s watching her, his mouth slightly open.

His tongue darts out across his lower lip and Minnie feels hot. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m thinkin’ of you playin’ with yourself in your bed, all alone. Legs spread, fingers at your sweet little snatch. Perky little nipples, just waiting to be sucked.” His nostrils flare, eyes darting down to where his fingers are buried inside of her, preparing her body for him. His voice is raspy as he admits, “I’m worried about hurtin’ you now.”

Why does he make her heart ache? Insanity.

His fingers slide from her slowly, carefully, drifting down his hardness, brushing over the horizontal piercing on the underside of his cock, just under the head. He fiddles with the small, smooth silver beads. “Maybe I should take one out. I don’t want you be uncomfort-”

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