Page 52 of Spinning Out Of Control

I nod, arching my back and hoping that if I push my tits up far enough, it will distract him from torturing me, and I can get his dick out.

“Alright then, darling. I’m going to let go of your hands, but only if you promise to keep them to yourself while I get settled.”

“I will,” I breathe, my voice husky and full of need. He lets go, and even though I’m dying to reach out and run my hands on his pecs, his abs, his tree trunk thighs, I keep my word and keep my hands to myself. He lies down next to me, and I prop myself up on my elbows so I can watch as he pushes his briefs down.

His cock springs free, slapping against his stomach and causing my mouth to water. There’s something to be said for a well-formed dick, and Ren’s is fuckingperfect. Long, thick, and pink, glistening at the tip with precum and bejeweled all the way down with sapphire-studded barbells.

“I don’t think I will ever get over how hot your cock is with all those piercings. You’re so buttoned-up and well-mannered. You don’t even have any tattoos, but your dick is ribbed for my pleasure. It’s amazing.”

Ren laughs as he runs his fingertips over his shaft, teasing himself and making his cock twitch. My clit aches with need from the delicious depravity.

“I’m glad my act of youthful rebellion makes you so happy, darling. Get up here. I want you to sit on my cock. Sink down on it, slowly. Torture us, and then when we get it all the way in, when your tight little cunt is stuffed full of me, I want you to use me to get yourself off. Got it?”

“Yessss,” I hiss, practically jumping out of my skin to straddle him. I’m so wet, I can feel my arousal sticking to my thighs, but between the piercings and how long it's been for me, a little extra lube couldn’t hurt anyone. I reach over to my nightstand to pull out the bottle, but realization hits me when I see my stash of condoms. I grab the lube and then look down at myboyfriend.

“Ren, do we need a condom? I know I told you earlier that I was good, but you didn’t mention anything about yourself.”

He reaches up, brushing a strand of hair out of my face.

“I’ve got the all clear. I was tested at my last physical. And there hasn’t been anyone for a long, long time. Not since…” He trails off, head tilting as he smiles up at me.

“Since when?” I ask, though I hope I already know the answer.

“Since the first day I saw you. Do you remember?”

My eyes flutter shut as he brushes a thumb over my lips.

“The…the housewarming. The day James proposed to Georgie,” I breathe, my chest heavy with emotion and need.

“That’s right. I spotted you across that balcony, flailing your arms around while telling some story that had everyone laughing. You were bright and smiling, the center of all attention. I took one look at you, and goddammit, Kira. You fucking ruined me.”

“Ren,” I whimper as his hand travels down across my jaw and then to my neck, where he softly collars my throat. Claiming me.

“We can use a condom if you want to, love–”

“No. I want to feel you. All of you,” I say as I uncap the bottle of lube and dribble a small amount of the cool liquid over his shaft. He mutters a curse when I grip him, slowly sliding my hand up and down his length to spread the lube before I lift my hips and position him at my entrance.

“Kira,” he moans, my name sounding like filth on his tongue as I sink down on him. His hands fly to myhips, gripping them with fervor as I wiggle to take more of him. My head falls back, the ends of my hair tickling my spine as I work my way down, feeling the delicious burn of the stretch and the way his piercings feel like they’re massaging me from the inside out.

“Almost there, darling. Two more barbells, you can do it,” Ren says, already gritting his teeth from the feel of me. I rock my hips, seeking friction on my clit and he meets me halfway, bucking up so that I’m finally fully seated.

“Wow,” I breathe out as I settle down, squeezing my inner muscles to help me get used to the size of him.

“Fuck Kira, baby, you look so incredible. So beautiful with my cock inside of you. Can you move, darling? I’m desperate to feel you come.”

Lifting an inch, I slowly sink back down and hum.

“I don’t know. I like the feel of you just like this. Maybe I’ll sit here all night, just warming your cock and never letting you come. You know how much I love to torture you.”

He swats my ass, stinging my bare skin, before soothing over the spot with his palm.

“You are a menace, Kira. I know you need to move. I can feel your cunt pulsing. You need to come so fucking bad, darling. So do it. Be my precious little pest and fuck yourself with my cock.” He reaches up, pinching each of my nipples and twisting, and I can’t hold back anymore.

I lift up slowly and then rock back down hard,delighting in the feel of his cock hitting my deepest parts. I lean forward so that I can brace myself on his chest. The angle gives me the perfect angle for his cock to rub against my g-spot with each of his shallow thrusts while I grind my clit against his pelvis. And fuck, I am grateful for his neatly trimmed patch of hair for the way it adds to the sensation.

Once I begin fucking him in earnest, all of Ren’s dirty talk is replaced with whimpers and curses and ragged breaths when I take him deep. His uninhibited growls of pleasure are so much sexier than anything I’ve ever heard. The pained ecstasy on his face as I ride him hard, the way he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth while his fingertips massage my hips is enough to have me barreling towards release.

“Ren, I’m so close,” I whine as my vision blurs and my legs go numb. My orgasm winds tight in my belly, pulling every nerve ending taut and making me tremble before it finally snaps. Pleasure seizes me, my world turning technicolor as I succumb to the sensation and delirium. I can hear myself moaning through the fog in my brain, just like I can hear Ren spurring me on.

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