Page 130 of Kings & Corruption

I stroked my hand down his shaft and ran my thumb over the ring at the base. “And this?”

He lifted his head. “That’s going to make you scream — in a good way — when it rubs your clit.”

“What are you waiting for?” I asked. I was dripping for him, and I wrapped my legs around his hips to pull him closer only to feel him laugh against my tit.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he murmured against my skin.

“Are you complaining?”

“Not on your life.” He rose on his knees and positioned himself between my thighs. “In fact, I’ve been waiting to hear those words come from your pretty mouth.”

The sight of his muscled body between my legs, his perfect dick jutting proudly, was enough to make me beg.

“There are condoms in the nightstand,” I said, twisting onto my stomach to reach for them.

He grabbed my ass and squeezed, and another rush of wet heat shot to my cunt.

I fought with the seal on the box, cursing myself for not doing it ahead of time, and fished out one of the foil packets.

I tore it open and he snatched it from my hand.

“What if I want to fuck you bare?” he asked.

“I’m not on birth control,” I said.

“What if I don’t care?”

I looked for the teasing glint in his eyes, but it wasn’t there. “Don’t be crazy, Oscar. Put the condom on and fuck me already.”

He hesitated, then rolled it over his shaft. He grabbed my calves and put them on his shoulders, a move that lifted my hips off the bed.

I was no virgin, but I’d never been so exposed to a man. Most of my hookups had occurred in dark rooms, and more than a few had been hurried encounters in places that didn’t lend themselves to full nudity.

His eyes raked my body appreciatively, leaving no doubt that he was more than happy with what was on offer.

He positioned his dick at the entrance to my pussy, then ran the tip through my folds, slicking it with my juices. The metal piercings on his tip were delicious: cold against heat, smooth metal against damp skin.

I closed my eyes with pleasure and lifted my hips.

I wanted more.

His chuckle was low and dark. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, then drove into me hard and slow.

I moaned into the room and opened my eyes. He was looking at me with something like possession, and I didn’t mind it a fucking bit.

He withdrew slowly, then slammed into me again, picking up a rhythm that I matched, our bodies working in time. The barbells on the tip of his dick stroked the walls of my pussy as he sank into me, pushing against my cervix when he was fully seated.

The sensation was one just shy of pain, and an orgasm built at my core.

Then he lowered one of my legs, keeping the other one on his shoulder as he pushed into me from another angle.

I gasped as the piercing at the base of his dick hit my clit on the downstroke.

He chuckled. “Told you.”

“Fuck… that feels incredible.”

I felt like a bundle of kindling to Oscar’s match, sensation overwhelming my body, sending shivers up my spine as my orgasm threatened to spill over.

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