Page 69 of Coco and the Misfits

Slowly, I pull down the zipper, studying her face, but all I see is interest and hunger. I push down my jeans inch by inch, letting her see my hard cock while it’s still caught in the fabric.

I see the moment her eyes widen, as she takes in the extent of my cock piercings, as they are revealed one after another. I ease my dick out and it swings to point at her.

Yeah, this is where some girls freak out and run.

“That’s one tortured cock,” she finally says. Still standing there. Still not running. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Only in the best way,” I growl, grabbing my cock and giving it a stroke. “For both of us.”

Run, run, little Candy girl. Run while you can.

Her eyes are still a little wide but she reaches out to touch. I got a full Jacob’s Ladder on the underside and a heavy Prince Albert through the head, as well as a magic cross. Her fingertips travel over them and my cock hardens more, jerking in her hand.

She lifts her gaze to me and it’s dark with desire. “I want it in me,” she says, her voice throaty. “All of it.”

Fuck, this girl is unhinged. An unhinged doll, pretty and perfect with a darkness in her soul.

I... like it. I like her, way too much.

“Then you shall have it, baby girl,” I vow. “I’ll make it so good, you won’t remember any man before me.”

“Cocky,” she whispers.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Then show me.”

A growl escapes me. What the hell? Never has a girl turned me on so much. She’s dangerous. She’s my muse, my nymph, my star.

I’ll make her scream my name until the whole city knows who is making her come so hard.

“Candy girl,” I whisper, “turn around.”

She blinks, then obeys. She’s wearing a pink dress with white daisies and pink combat boots, and when she turns, I’m torn between unzipping her dress and lifting the hem to see her panties.

Why choose, though, right? I unzip her dress, then lift the hem and stare at her boy shorts, white and covered in red hearts. They hug her heart-shaped ass and bitable thighs perfectly.

So damn bitable. I lick my lips. Well, hot damn. I’ve never had a thing for such undies, I’m more of a black lace kind of guy, but this is so… her.

And I want her so bad it hurts.

I want to see her bra, see her tits, hold them in my hands, but her ass is beckoning. I drag her panties down and she draws a sharp breath.

“Wait,” she whispers, “Ryder…”

“Don’t worry, babe. I promise nothing will happen unless you want it to.”

Does she expect me to ram my pierced cock into her without warning? If that has been her experience with men, I want to hunt them all down and kick them in the balls.

She relaxes a little as I place my hands on her perfect ass. Rounded, soft, feminine. I slowly nudge her legs apart and she tenses again.

“Hands on the wall, girl,” I tell her. “I promise this won’t hurt.”

She dips her head and places her hands on the wall. I guess nobody ever ate her pussy from behind before.

“Good girl,” I breathe. “Such a good girl.”

She’s pink and glistening. My mouth waters. I love eating out girls. Guys, too, on occasion, but I’m big into women. They just do it for me.

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