Page 33 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

I watch and hold my breath, taking in every movement.

He tugs at his waistband, pulling it until his shiny cock is finally free from the cotton fabric’s captivity.

I’m drooling in seconds—actually drooling because, fuck.

This is what I’ve been dreaming about for months.

Years.

Wishing to find someone who had a pierced cock the way my Maddox did.

No more searching now.

His shiny pierced cock is right in front of me.

Erect.

Massive.

Waiting for me to suck him off until he can barely stay on his feet.

“You want this, baby girl?” He strokes his length.

My grand prize.

“Yes.” My eyes can’t express just how much I want to suck him off. To feel my tongue move along those piercings.

Yes. Not one but three lovely metal piercings decorate his alluring cock like a trophy.

“Never found someone to compare?” He’s intrigued to know if I have. If I managed to find someone to replace the shiny masterpiece between his legs. I know he takes pride in it, knowing very few could survive the pain that comes with a pierced cock.

Let alone three of them.

The rooted meaning of his piercing is something only I know.

That may have changed over the years, but I have a strong feeling very few got the privilege to know why Maddox did it.

Except me. I earned it.

“Never.” I can barely speak. I’m thirsty for his length, and the idea of not sucking him off makes me feel parched.

“Then come get what you want.”

The way I crawl off the bed and kneel before his standing figure has my Daddy smiling in pride. He’s pleased to see how eager I am to take him, and I can see he’s just as keen with the generous amount of precum pooling at his tip.

Can’t let that precious goodness go to waste.

Without hesitation, I run my tongue along the head, taking every bit of his precum before I’m sucking his tip.

He growls and tangles his hand in my red locks.

“Slow, baby,” he urges.

I wonder if I go too fast, if I’ll make him nut just as quickly.

Not wanting to speed up the fun, I follow his request and move slower. It’s still sensual because he’s moaning and eases his grip on my head to give me more access.

Taking more of him into my mouth, I test the waters a little more before making the decision to take him all in. I moan at the feel of those metal piercing along my tongue while the hot wet walls of my mouth embrace his length to further please him.

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