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“Does it hurt?” She stretches a finger toward one of the piercings in my cock. The urge to yell “boo” at her is so strong, I flex my fists at my sides. Her curiosity strokes something in my chest as she tips her head, looking up to me for permission.

How can I say no to her? She’s beautiful, inquisitive, and as soon as I nod my head, her fingers touch the first of my piercings.

It takes a second before it hits me that the slow hiss of breath is coming from my body as she rolls her thumb over the metal beads and bars. It’s like slow torture.

“What do they feel like?”

My fingers burn with an ache to slide into her hair, to caress her porcelain skin, and to hold her head while she takes my cock down her throat.

“You tell me. You’ve got your fingers on them.”

She licks her lips, and without saying another word she sticks her tongue out and laps at my magic cross. It’s not what I expected, but I can’t say the warmth of her mouth as she closes it around the head of my dick isn’t welcome.

It’s too fast, though, and my dominant brain kicks into high gear as I struggle to gather up the words I need before things go too far.

“I need for you to say out loud that this is what you want, Half-Pint. I don’t want you swept along with something you don’t want to participate in. My dick’s right there, in your pretty little mouth. I’m naked, but that doesn’t mean you have to touch me, or do anything with me you don’t want to do. I need for you to consent, but only if this is what you want.”

She hums, rolling the metal of my frenum piercing around on her tongue. Her tongue is every bit as curious as her mind. It explores every inch of my hardware until my balls ache with a familiar heaviness.

She pulls back, taking her mouth off my cock, and if it could speak it would be yelling at me right now. She grins up at me. “Of course I want to do it, I did it, didn’t I?”

She did. But it’s not the same as giving straight up consent. Being swept up in the moment is one thing, but I don’t want her to regret this in fifteen minutes. I guess she sees something on my face, because she rocks back on her heels. “I’m curious, and...” She casts her eyes at the floor. “Excited. I’d like to keep going if that’s okay?”

Running my fingers through her hair is quickly becoming second nature, and I tip her head back so she meets my gaze again. “I want it. I need usbothto be sure that you do.”

Nodding, she licks her lips. “I do. I’m making a choice, not being swept in a current.”

That’s all I need to hear, so I nod at her, and before I can blink, her lips are wrapped around my cock once again. When she curls her hand around my shaft and pumps it to meet her bobbing head, I almost lose my mind. She adds her other hand, even with both her hands and her mouth, there’s part of me uncovered. Could she fit more of me in her mouth? Would she take instruction well or would she bite my balls off?

Guess there’s only one way to find out.

Brushing her hair back from her face, my eyes roll back as she hollows out her cheeks around my dick.

“Relax your jaw, Half-Pint.”

She looks up at me, those big, innocent eyes piercing through all my defenses, and she does exactly what I ask her to. Her jaw slackens, and as though she’s figured out my ask, she guides my cock a little further into her throat.

“That’s it. Perfect. So sweet, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

Her eyes water then tears stream down her face as she gags against my hardness. I expect her to stop, and for me to need an emergency trip to the bathroom to finish what she’s started. But she doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow. She takes more of me into her mouth. There’s nowhere for the pool of spit to go except down. Strings of drool hang from her chin as she gags and pushes me deeper.

“You look so goddamn beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” I can’t take my eyes off how blissed out she looks on her knees with those perfectly pouting lips spread wide to accommodate me.

Her throat is tight, hot, and the eagerness in her eyes as she stares up at me makes me want to reward her all night long. I don’t know what she sees on my face. Is my self-controlshowing? It’s taking all I have not to grip her by her head and buck my hips until I shoot cum down her throat.

But this is on her terms. I’m a toy to her right now, a real-life prop helping satisfy what is very clearly a deep curiosity.

“Such a good girl.” I stroke her face, my hips jerking more and more as she drives me closer to the edge.

She somehow manages to make a noise that isn’t gagging, a low rumble that makes my cock vibrate in her mouth.

Pretty little Half-Pint has about three seconds before I’m gonna shoot my load.

Chapter Fourteen

TALIA

Everything hurts, and I’m dying.

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