Page 3 of Luca
“W-what’s that?” she asked, her tongue sweeping over her bottom lip.
I wrapped my hand around my shaft and stroked it once. Her mouth parted, her eyes half-lidded and her blush deepening.
“This?” I asked, sweeping my thumb over the Prince Albert piercing. “It’s a piercing.”
She breathed heavily and I half expected her to either run or pass out.
“You’re huge,” she whispered. “Why do you have a piercing too?”
Her hand reached out and instantly my hard cock twitched, eager for her touch. But then as if she remembered she shouldn’t, her hand fell down her body. It didn’t escape me how she rubbed her thighs together, the glistening juices smearing on her inner thighs.
“It feels good against your clit, and when I’m inside you, against your G-spot.” I rubbed my cock, the piercing moving.
“Oh my God,” she gulped. “Are you serious?”
I nodded, pre-cum already glistening at the tip of my cock. If she decided this wasn’t for her, I’d fucking die. My cock pulsed and I fisted myself, squeezing my erection from the tip to the base.
“You ready to test it?” I challenged.
She bit her lip, not moving. I waited. It had to be consensual. She had to want it as much as I did.
“Yeah,” she finally answered.
Thank fuck.
I took her hand and took her to bed. The moment the back of her knees hit the mattress, she wrapped her hands around my neck and kissed me. Our mouths connected and a shudder rolled down my spine.
Fuck!
She tasted good. Like strawberries. My tongue slid between her lips and I owned her mouth, kissing her hard. Her one hand trailed down my chest, then lowered until her dainty fingers wrapped around my hard cock.
Both of us fell back, the mattress bouncing our bodies and dipping under our weight.
My body atop of hers, I rubbed my shaft against her wet folds and her back arched.
“Jesus, I can feel the cold metal,” she panted. I readied to slam inside her, when her words stopped me. “Condom,” she breathed. “Don’t forget the condom.”
Fuck, I’d prefer no condom with her, but I had one. Just in case. I reached for the wrap, used my teeth to rip it open, then handed it to her. Her small hand rolled it over my length and a shudder traveled down my spine. She poised it at her entrance, and my eyes just about rolled into the back of my head.
“Okay, I’m ready,” she whimpered, her hands clutching my shoulders.
I pushed inside her in one forceful thrust and wedged myself deep in her. She let out a choked cry and her body spasmed.
“Holy fuck,” I hissed. She was as tight as a fist and her core pulsated around my length. She took all of me, stretching tight around my erection. This was heaven. This was hell.
I knew I’d need it for the rest of my life.
I pulled out, almost completely, leaving only the tip inside her before slamming back into her tight pussy. Her body trembled, goosebumps peppered her skin and she whimpered.
“Oh. My. God.” Her moans were fucking music.
I rucked my hips, my cock sliding in and out of her cunt, her juices smearing all over it. Her eyes lowered, watching my shaft disappear into her pussy, and I thought she loved the sight. Hovering above her, my pubic bone ground against her clit.
The noises she made had me almost blowing my load right there and then.
“Your pussy is taking me so well,” I praised.
Her eyelids fluttered shut. “Yes,” she moaned. Her fingers clawed at my back as I pumped into her again and again. Each thrust harder and deeper than the one before. The wet sounds of our bodies, flesh against flesh, our moans and grunts filled the room and bounced off the walls.
