Page 17 of Noire Moon
I feel, more than hear, the groan of pleasure running through him while standing at my back, as we both take in the sight of the magnificent cock on display.
There’s a huskiness to his voice as he speaks over my head to the other man, and that does something completely indecent to my insides. I can feel myself getting wetter while I’m down here, and there’s no doubt in my mind I’m going to be drenched after taking his cock, and those piercings, into my mouth.
Scared and horny. Rita knewexactlyhow tonight was going to go.
“Open up, love, or he’ll make you.”
Upon that command, I don’t give myself a second to feel ashamed of how quickly I immediately rush to follow his order. Sticking out my tongue, gazing up at the bloodstained, eerie, violent mask, I’m his perfect obedient creature.
Before he shoves into my mouth, he does something that catches me off guard. Using two thick fingers, he shoves inside,exploring the wetness of my mouth. His dark eyes narrow on me—an unmistakable order hanging in the air that he accentuates with the simultaneous action of pressing down on my tongue.
He’s giving me the silent instruction that I’m going to have to open up wide enough to accommodate both him and his piercings.
A silent shudder races through my limbs.
“Such a desperate whore.” More filth comes from behind me.
Bloodied Mask presses harder, deeper, causing me to gag. Yet, he still studies me with a completely disaffected air.
See what I’m going to do to you?
His silence says it all.
Seemingly satisfied his message has been communicated loud and clear, his fingers are removed, leaving a track of saliva dripping down my chin. Then, that same hand finds my head.
The man, now digging his wet fingers in, roughly gripping my hair, doesn’t ease me into it. Just thrusts between my parted lips and fills my mouth with a forceful glide. I’m gagging almost straight away to try and adjust to the weight and size of him, to figure the fuck out how I’m supposed to handle those metal bars without losing a tooth, which leaves tears gathering at the corner of my eyes.
They glide across my tongue, dragging a trail that sends a shudder running straight through me. His taste is musky and fills my senses, so much so, that it’s tempting to forget there’s someone elseright therewatching the way my jaw and lips work to relax and accommodate the size of him.
God, I’ve never blown someone with these kinds of piercings, several rows all lined up along the base, and it unlocks something in me. My body hums to life as they add an intensity to the experience, winding the coil inside me tighter and tighter with each rub of metal against my tongue.
In another time, another version of these events, I just want to explore them. Are they sensitive if you tug them gently between your teeth like a nipple would feel? Does he like it when a tongue swirls around the sensitive patches of skin between each one.
My mind tries to wander, but he knows.
He knows, and drags me back to servicinghimin the here and now.
His other hand sinks into my hair, now really and truly holding me still for his pleasure, as he pumps his hips and begins to fuck my mouth relentlessly. The mask covering his face gives nothing away, of course, but the darkness in his eyes tells me there is almost definitely a gritted expression on his features. He doesn’t say a word. Just takes and takes.
The way he’s using me sends sparks flying wild and free through my blood. His salty taste, the silky feel of his cock, the rounded fixtures of his piercings dragging heavy over my tongue is so erotic I’m tugged under by waves of pleasure straight away.
He hits the back of my throat over and over, as I become a mess of drool and tears, until one palm glides down, finding a firm hold over my neck. Now, he massages below my jaw each time, as if he’s approving or judging how deep his cock can go. Then I feel him throb against my tongue, and almost as if both men are fully intertwined, the man at my back with the copper mask hisses out a feral noise, echoing what the man filling my mouth must be feeling.
I’m so consumed by his ruthless fucking that my brain can’t keep up with what happens next. From behind me, something is grunted that I can’t hear over the heartbeat pounding in my ears, and it all happens so fast. The man owning my mouth pulls out, and the other reaches around to yank my top down.
Bloodied Mask fists his cock, gliding over those silver barbells. He gives it a rough stroke before he stripes cum all over my exposed tits.
My mouth hangs open while I’m panting and trying to reorient myself. With an unbearable ache between my thighs and sticky cum all over my hard nipples, I’ve been turned inside out within moments by these men.
“Now you can look like the whore you really are while getting fucked.” Copper Mask hardly sounds affected by what just happened.
But my mind stalls on his words.
While getting fucked.
Oh, god. Oh, shit. This is really happening.
“Mmm, your cum looks good dripping off her tits.” Copper Mask hooks a tattooed palm beneath my chin and drags me backward so that my head tilts beneath his hold. My back arches, and the movement only serves to thrust my breasts high, exposing how filthy I look, and unbelievably turned on I am, when I moan involuntarily.
