Page 83 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

When I reach the edge of her crop top, I grab it and pause. I watch as her pupils dilate and her breaths come in quick bursts before I flip it higher up her chest, revealing her breasts.

A groan rips from deep inside my throat as I get my first look at her magnificent tits. They’re perfectly sized, especially for my large hands, with dusky, hard peaks that beg me to suck them into my mouth.

“Look at these tits,” I say, cupping her left breast and playing with what is quickly becoming my favorite piece of jewelry. My finger continues to push in and out of her pussy as I play with her stiff peak. “You’re so fucking hot, it pisses me off. You have no idea the way men look at you.”

“H–how?”

Her back arches off the bed as I bring my tongue down to her nipple and lick it, jostling the piercing in the process. She moans and tries twisting away from me but I don’t let her.

I close my mouth around her nipple and suck, using my tongue to move the piercing back and forth and enjoying the way she bucks every time I do so.

I lift my head and look at her. “Like you’re on the menu and they all want a taste.”

I move to her other breast just as I add a second finger, and she mewls at the tight fit. I start pounding into her at a faster rhythm as ragged gasps fall from her lips with every thrust of my fingers.

I wonder if she’s still sore from our first time. Maybe I should be a little gentler.

I rub her clit with my thumb, giving her the relief I know she’s craving. She throws one leg over the other, trapping my hand in her pussy as she meets my thrusts with hip movements of her own.

She rides my hand and I watch her, mesmerized by the way her tits bounce appetizingly below me.

“Tell me I’m the only one who’s seen these tits.”

She shakes her head frantically, dazed and confused by her approaching orgasm. “You’re not.”

I blink. Violent possessiveness has my ears ringing.

She was a virgin when we fucked, but I’m realizing that doesn’t mean she hasn’t had a few of her firsts with other men before me.

Tightness squeezes my throat at the thought.

“His name.” I demand, my voice rough with barely restrained violence.

“Pierre.” She chokes out, rocking her hips back and forth.

“Who the fuck is Pierre?”

I swear to fuck if she has some French lover waiting in the wings for her, she’s going to witness a murder.

“The guy…who did my piercing.”

My jaw works as I imagine him playing with her nipple to get it hard. “Give me his address.”

“No.”

“Sixtine.”

“He was doing his job.”

“I won’t hurt him.” I lie.

She scoffs. “You couldn’t even say that with a straight face.”

I curl my fingers inside her, brushing against her sensitive spot, and rub her clit in tandem. She tenses, her muscles locking as her climax hits her.

She comes with a loud moan, her muscles squeezing my fingers as her arousal gushes out of her entrance.

I continue pumping my fingers in and out of her lazily, letting her come down from her orgasm.

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