Page 34 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“Fucking hell, Mikayla.” He’s breathless already. “I’ve missed this fucking mouth of yours.”

I know shit is getting intense when he’s swearing up a storm.

We’re just getting started, Maddox.

He’s the one I’d go over and beyond to please, and tonight is no different. Moving up and down his cock, I take control in the department I’m best at.

Sucking pierced cock.

His tip is literally hitting the back of my throat while he growls in Russian and stills my head with the hand tangled in my hair.

So he can begin to fuck my mouth senselessly.

“So hot. So fucking wet and tight. Jesus, woman,” he grunts with every thrust of his hips. He’s losing it to my mouth’s performance, and I can’t help but do more as I sneakily let my hand near his balls.

I know he’s close to losing it. I feel the rigid intensity that’s taking over his body, limb after limb, while he grunts and mutters utter nonsense.

“This mouth. It’s my property now. Always been mine. For me to enjoy. I knew no one could fucking compare,” he mumbles. “No one matches my Mikayla.”

I take that moment to grip his balls, and how he moans loudly as he thrusts even deeper into my mouth. I hold off gagging, my body as relaxed as it can be so I can take him all in. The feel of his ribbed dick gliding back and forth along my tongue is doing crazy things to me, and I know my arousal is dripping down my inner thighs and onto the wooden floor beneath us.

I know he’s only a few thrusts away.

His cock is double the size, making it almost impossible to have my lips around his base as he glides back and forth, but I endure it all because this is what I’ve craved for years.

I want to hear this man succumb to my mouth.

“Baby girl,” he warns. “Fuck. You want my load down your throat, don’t you? That’s why you’re being such a champ.” He further stills my head as he pumps even faster. “You’re going to enjoy every hot shot of my load going down your throat.”

“Mhmm.” The vibration of my response drives him crazy as he moves even faster.

Pumping fast, thrusting deep, groaning, and speaking fluent Russian.

I’ve awakened the ultimate beast.

I tighten my lips and take that moment to suck as hard as I can.

My Daddy’s losing it.

“FUCK!”

He comes undone, letting every shot of his load run down my throat. I give him full control as he rides out his high, and even when he inches out enough to keep his tip in my mouth, I’m tempted to enjoy just a few more sucks of his cock.

My tongue trails along the metal barbells, igniting a groan while his closed eyes open enough to watch me as I open my mouth and let my tongue trail in circles around his length until I’m at his tip.

With a final lick, I sit back and show him my mouth as I finally try to catch my breath.

I don’t realize how winded I am, how hard my nipples are, or even how wet my cunt is.

My face is probably red as hell, my eyes wide and wild, and my hair is surely a mess, but this sensation is irreplaceable.

The heightened euphoria of feeling alive.

I’d missed Maddox, his security, his bold confidence both outside and in the bedroom, and that pierced cock of his, but this blissful explosion of pure happiness is one I’d been searching for since we parted ways.

“Fuck,” I end up whispering, realizing the tears that free themselves from my pooling eyes. “I missed you, Maddox.”

He curses and has me in his arms without missing a beat.

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