Page 16 of Tangled Desires

His mouth closes around my nipple, his tongue circling it before he sucks hard enough to make my back arch. The sharp pull of pleasure escapes me in a gasp that bounces around the tight space. He switches to the other breast, tugging and teasing,his grip rough and unrelenting. Every lick, every bite, sets a fire low in my belly.

“Need more,” I rasp with impatience. “Get your cock out.”

“Yes, ma’am.” There’s no hiding the strain in his voice as he shoves his briefs down. When his cock springs free, my breath catches for a second.Holy shit!Either my vibrator is ridiculously small, or Harrison’s packing the kind of weapon that should come with a warning label.

Silver barbells glint along his shaft, just under the swollen tip.

“Oh, my God!”

His laugh rolls over me, low and smooth—like whiskey. “First time seeing a pierced cock, huh?” His grin widens. “You’re in for a fucking ride, Immy.”

“Do I need lube for that thing?” I ask, still in shock.

“You’re dripping all over me, sweetheart,” he smirks, giving his cock a rough stroke that makes my breath snag. “Pretty sure we’re good.”

Ribbed dildos, thrusting dildos, vibrating rabbits—I’ve tried the lot. None of them come close to the raw, unapologetic thrill of Harrison’s cock. It’s not just the size or the piercings; it’s the fucking promise of it, like he’s built to ruin me and knows it. With one swift move, he yanks me up and lines me over him. The hot, thick head presses against me, teasing my entrance. His free hand tangles in my hair, yanking hard enough to tilt my face toward him. His lips crash into mine, all heat and desperation. His breath is ragged against my cheek as he teases my entrance, pushing the head in just enough for me to feel the piercings and adjust to them.

“I’m clear, by the way,” he murmurs. “Haven’t fucked anyone in… fuck, I don’t even know how long.”

“Great. Me, too,” I gasp, gripping his shoulders. “Now’s not the time to chat, Harrison. Just fuck me al—” The words vanish in a sharp cry as he pushes upward, sheathing himself in oneswift, devastating motion. A choked gasp escapes me, my body trembling as I adjust to his girth. A low groan rumbles from his chest, vibrating against me as I clutch his shoulders tightly.

“Holy shit... Just... stay,” I manage, and he huffs a laugh, staying rooted deep for a moment.

I exhale shakily and shift upward along his length, my body shuddering at the feel of him, the damn piercings driving me insane.

“Can I move now? You okay?” he asks, his voice strained.

I nod, and that’s all the permission he needs. Slow, deliberate thrusts quickly turn into hard, urgent movements as he pushes upward, meeting me stroke for stroke. Each rough, relentless movement sears through me like wildfire.

“Fuck,” he growls into my neck. “You’re taking me so fucking well, baby.”

My nails dig into his shoulders, desperate for an anchor as I ride him. Every lift and grind is frantic, the scrape of his piercings hitting just right, again and again.

“Holy shit… That feels good.”

His chuckle is dark, his grip punishing as he drags me down harder. “You feel so fucking good. Your pussy’s clenching around me—I’m trying so hard not to come right now.”

A shudder rips through me, the pressure building fast. Each thrust slams into me, rough and relentless, the sound of wet skin and gasps filling the air. His fist tightens in my hair, yanking my head back, a sharp cry slipping out as his teeth scrape my neck, marking me.

My body responds, grinding harder, chasing the madness he’s pulling me into.

“Ride me, sugar. You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel you squeezing me like a vice.”

His thumb finds my clit, and the tension snaps. Pleasure explodes, white-hot and overwhelming, my body seizing as I come, soaking him. Literally.

“Oh—fuck! Yes—shit, Harrison—” I gasp between moans.

“Fuck,” Harrison growls, and his eyes drop to his lap, where we’re joined. “You squirted all over my cock, Immy. So fucking hot.”

I keep riding him, trembling, still reeling from the aftermath of my orgasm. “Fuck, keep doing that, I’m gonna come,” he groans.

I bounce once, twice, and he grabs my hips, pulling me down hard. This time, his body trembles under me. His lips crash onto mine, swallowing his groans as he spills inside me, heat flooding deep. The slap of our bodies echoes once more before slowing, our breaths ragged. His forehead falls to mine, inked arms locking around me, holding tight as his muscles tremble with his own aftershocks. My thighs are a sticky mess, the air thick and humid in the cramped, fogged-up car, which is still bloody idling.

Harrison’s chest heaves with heavy breaths, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his stupidly handsome face. Tattoos cling to his sweat-slicked skin, looking unfairly good for someone who just destroyed me. His hands grip my hips, marking his claim, his half-lidded gaze full of smug satisfaction.

“So much for me dreaming about fucking you,” he rumbles, his voice deep enough to spark something in me. “You’re something else, Immy.”

“Don’t let it go to your head, champ,” I snap, but the shaky breath escaping me ruins the effect. His grin widens, and I point a finger at him. “This isn’t happening again. One-time thing. So, don’t get any ideas, Price.”

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