Page 13 of Bloody Seven

"It won't hurt you." I laugh, and she slaps my shoulder.

"I know it won't hurt me, smartass. I've never seen a pierced one before."

A soft hand grabs my cock, making me jerk as she runs her thumb along the piercing on my tip. It takes everything inside me to keep myself from moving my hips forward and forcing her to jerk me.

Finally, her hand begins to move up and down. My eyes fall closed, and my head tilts back as I take in the pleasurable feeling.

"You like that, don't you?" she asks.

"I do."

"Do you want more?" Another question as she slowly pumps me at a torturous pace.

"Yes, please," I tell her, desiring everything she is willing to give.

"That's more like it. I love hearing you beg. Do it again. Beg me like a good boy."

"Please make me come, cupid."

"You’re not very convincing. Tell me how needy you are for me. How desperately do you want to come?"

She's right. It's not convincing, but this isn't something I've had a ton of practice with. The more she tells me what to do though, the more I like it. My cock is painfully hard.

"Please, stroke me faster. I need to feel you."

"Is that so?" she teases. She strokes me a bit faster while tightening her grip.

"Fuck, if you keep up that pace, I might blow my load into your hand."

"We can't have any of that. You have to work a little harder." She giggles as she pulls her hand away.

I like the sound of her giggles, so I drop to my knees again and beg for her the way she deserves. "Please let me inside you, cupid."

She moves backward and slides herself onto the bed, never taking her eyes off of me. I stay on the floor like the good little boy she wants me to be, waiting for her to give me permission to join her. After what feels like forever, I hear her speak.

"Come here, Corbin," she commands.

I hesitate. "I'm not a dog," but still, I listen like one and move toward her.

"You listen perfectly. Look at you, doing so good. Do you want me?"

What kind of question is that? Of course I want her. "More than anything."

"Do you have a condom?"

"Yes, I do." I walk around the bed and tug the drawer on the nightstand, pulling out a condom and dangling it in the air in front of me.

"Put it on, bagel boy. Use me to make yourself come."

I don't need any more encouragement. I rip the foil package open and slide the condom over my dick, pinching the top to make room for my piercing and climb on top of her. My body hovers between her legs with my elbows on either side of her head for support.

Instead of immediately sliding into her like a normal man would, I lean in to kiss my way along her neck before moving lower to her chest and rolling her nipple between my teeth. She moans as her fingers tangle in my hair again.

I suck harder and feel her hips lift up into me, my cock lightly brushing against her wet center. The temptation is too much to resist. Slowly, I push inside her tight pussy while letting her get used to my size. My eyes fall closed for a brief moment before Icontinue stimulating her body elsewhere to take her mind off of any potential discomfort.

When I'm fully seated, she exhales, and I use that moment to lock eyes with her. It's more sensual than it probably should be, but it feels right.

"More," she whispers, giving me permission.

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