Page 65 of At the Edge with You

“Fucking hell, how can I say no to such pretty begging?” he asks, trailing his teeth along the underside of my breast. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” I murmur as he drags his tongue along the underside to get to my nipple once more.

“You have me,” he replies, sucking on my nipple. “Be specific, princess.”

“I want you to find the other piercings,” I moan as he nibbles on my nipple. Then he bites around the bar of my piercing, and the pain is so good I feel like I could come.

Jett presses a kiss to the middle of my chest, inhaling deeply. His shoulders quake as his eyes meet mine. His eyes are so dark and entirely on me as he whispers, “With pleasure.”

He then yanks up my dress, exposing my sheer black thong and my stomach. When he sees my belly button free of a piercing, the feral look on his face has my thighs squeezing histhigh tighter. He grunts as he sits up on his knees, pushing my legs open wide. He drops his eyes to my center, and he takes a shuddering breath. He reaches out, pushing my panties to the side, and I swear time stands still.

His eyes cut to mine, and I grin at the lust swirling in his gaze. In a small voice, I say, “Three, four, five, and six.”

I watch as his head tips back, and he groans my name. Pure giddiness moves through my body as he drops his focus to between my legs. “Such a pretty fucking pussy,” he mutters. “All decorated and glistening for me.” He bites his lip as he slowly runs his fingers through my slit. “Are you wet for me?”

I nod, a small smile sitting on my lips. “Yes.”

Jett’s gaze moves to mine. “Can I taste you, Fable? Can I run my tongue along each of these piercings and make you come on my tongue?”

My mouth goes dry and I want to nod, but I know I need to warn him. “It’s hard to get me off. That’s why I got these?—”

He shakes his head. “In sync with me?”

I blink, emotion knocking hard into my chest. I nod. “I am.”

“Then trust me.”

His eyes are so hopeful, as if my trust is all he wants.

And I can give him that.

“I do.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-SIX

Jett

I don’t allow myself to die at the sight of Fable’s perfect pussy, not before I taste her.

Not before I can show her that she can come.

For me.

I want to take in her ink, to admire her skin, but all I can see is her pussy.

My lip is between my teeth as I use my thumbs to open her wide for me, wanting to memorize all the little adornments she’s added. She doesn’t need them—this pussy is perfection—but God if I don’t love them. A diamond Christina piercing is sparkly in the light, and I want to suck the gem between my teeth. She has a dainty curved barbell through her vertical hood that I know if I get ahold of, I’ll have her coming in seconds. The diamond-barbell Princess Albertina is stunning against her pink flesh, and my cock jumps at the sight of the curved-barbell fourchette piercing.

That’s going to feel really good for both of us.

I release my lip and then fall to my knees on the floor beside the couch. I take her thighs in my hands, dragging her to theedge of the cushion before I drop my mouth to her pussy with burning hot need. She cries out, her fingers threading into my hair as I curve my tongue along the fourchette, swirling my tongue in her entrance. I groan in delight at her taste, looking up at her to find her flushed and panting. She’s holding on to the couch like she’s about to rocket off into space.

And if I do right by her, that’s exactly how it’ll feel.

“Sweetest thing I’ve ever put my mouth on,” I say before trailing my tongue up her pussy, each piercing hard against my tongue.

She squeals above me, pulling my hair a bit as she cries, “Yes, please, Jett.”

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