Page 33 of Her Fearless Ronin

I kneeled at the foot of the bed and pulled her toward me.

She gasped as she raised up on her forearms. “What are you doing?” she breathed, her face crimson.

“Feasting,” I replied and cocked my head to the side. “You’ve done that before, haven’t you?”

She turned even redder as she shook her head, and I wanted to kill the piece of shit she called her ex.

I wanted to know what made her think sex was painful and not enjoyable. I wanted to know why her piece-of-shit ex made her believe she was not cut out for pleasure, that she was broken, and I started to piece it together. That man had been nothing more than a selfish taker, but I was going to prove to her now that there had never been anything wrong with her.

I reached into my pocket for a small white box and was surprised to find a box of condoms too. I had not planned for sex, but that was so perfect I didn’t question it further. I got the white box out and she narrowed her eyes. Curiosity temporarily replaced her discomfort.

“What is that?”

I smiled. “I have to rise to the challenge, sweet girl. I made a bet with myself that I’d give you at least five orgasms before the sun was up.”

“I—” She stopped, widening her eyes as I stuck my tongue out and screwed in my tongue piercing.

I smiled as I wrapped my arms around her tensed thighs, making sure to keep them open, and pulled her down just a little more.

“Jiro you—” She let out a startled cry as I swiped my tongue up her enticing flesh, ensuring that the ball of my piercing pressed against her swollen clit.

I repeated the ministration, adding more pressure this time, and she let out a broken moan as I felt her body relax and her head fall heavily against the pillow.

I kept lapping at her, alternating speed and pressure, learning her body’s reactions and slowly getting lost in her moans of pleasure.

Everything about her was made to lure me. She was my own siren, and I would gladly drown just to be by her side.

As I increased my speed, her hips started to move up and down, trying to ride my face, seeking a release she’d never known in the arms of a man.

I smiled as her moaning became louder, and she chanted my name. And then, just as her hip movement became more erratic, I pressed my piercing against her clit while pushing two fingers inside her wet heat, and she came shouting my name.

I licked lazily until she came down from her orgasm, and she let her legs fall to the side, completely spreading herself and far too satiated to care… as it should be.

I stood up, licking my lips. “That’s one,” I said as I unbuttoned my pants.

She looked at my hands, her eyes a little hazy as she followed my gesture, and her eyes widened a little when I pushed my pants and underwear down, revealing my fully erect, pierced cock.

“It was true,” she whispered, keeping her eyes on it.

“Uh-huh.” I grinned as her expression was more curious than concerned now as she took in the three barbell piercings in the underside of my penis.

I stepped out of my discarded pants, grabbed one of the condoms and rolled it on my length, never breaking eye contact before walking back toward the bed, pushing her up before kissing and licking my way up her body.

“D-does it hurt?” she asked in a broken moan as I rolled my tongue in her belly button.

“No, not anymore.” I kissed my way up her stomach,then her rib cage, until I reached her delicious breasts again. “No, sweetheart. Now it’s only pleasure for you and for me,” I added before sucking a nipple in my mouth, biting it gently before rolling my tongue around it.

She buried her hands in my hair before scraping her short nails on my scalp. “Your tongue is delicious.”

I smiled around her nipple before letting it go. “Wait until you try my cock,” I replied before giving the same attention to her other nipple.

I trailed my lips up her neck before kissing her deeply, getting lost in her mouth as my cock brushed against her wetness.

I grabbed it as I kept kissing her and pushed the head in. She immediately tensed up, making me want to murder her stupid ex all over again.

I broke the kiss. “Relax, sweetheart. You’ll love it, I promise.”

She rested her hand on my cheek and gave me a watery smile. “It’s okay if I don’t like it. It’s not your fault.”

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