Page 38 of Orion Ruined

“Now, take a deep breath, and… exhale.”

As I do, he watches his cock pushing into my opening. I shudder, but not from pain. The hard steel of his piercing hits a tender spot that makes my insides pulse wildly. He pauses there, seeming to test the depth.

“Mmm, there you go,” his voice low and rough.

My juices gush as he enters me to the balls. It burns, but those are the best burns, sweet and slow.

“Now, show me how you ride.”

I waste no time. I begin to ride him, easy at first, and as I become adjusted to his girth, my ass cheeks clench and stay tight each time I raise my hips. My movements are slow and measured while I’m still being stretched but soon, as I ride him harder, my hips start to swivel sideways and I rub myself on his base. I hold his shoulders and tilt my head back as he sucks my nipples, tearing my insides with pleasure and making me fully surrender to the moment.

“Go up to the tip and back in, deep, to my balls. No half-job, Maisy. This is for me, not you.”

I try again, doing better, but it’s much harder as I’m doing all the work. I can see I’m getting to him, though; his head falls back and he groans. Suddenly, with urgency, he dips his head and sinks his teeth into my shoulder, leaving marks.

“Your sweet pussy’s so hot, so tight… Don’t think I don’t feel you squeezing me,” he chides.

His fingers dig into my hips, and he lifts me up and pounds me hard against him, primal grunts escaping his mouth as he moves. I’m not sure if it’s the piercing, but I’m propelled into frenzied rotations of my hips, chasing my dose of ecstasy. I run my fingers through his hair and pull him hard to my lips. We kiss hungrily and I moan as he plunges deeper, more forcefully into me.

The next time he lifts my hips he raises me up to the table, and makes me sit there as he takes off his pants and underwear. His body is perfection: six-pack, tats on both arms and the whole left side of his torso from his neck down to his thighs, a thick silver bracelet and watch, together with the rings still on both hands.

With his arm he sweeps the plates onto the floor, breaking them in the process, and pushes me down onto my back. He climbs on top of the table, one knee planted and one raised, his foot firmly pressed against the wood for leverage. He lifts my legs up and pushes them back, my knees stopping close to my head. I’m twisted like a prawn, my cunt high in the air, in need of him.

Orion leans in and inhales deeply. “The nectar of the goddesses,” I hear him murmur to himself before he starts lapping up everything I’ve created, fast, like I’m going to deny him the right. He holds my legs firmly in place while I moan loudly each time he thrusts his tongue inside my cunt and swirls and sucks my core. His sounds of appreciation are loud as he laps at my clit, and just as I’m easing into his rhythm and edging toward release, he pulls back and, just as fast, slides his cock back inside me.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry out.

It must be the piercing, because oh dear God on this earth, I’m in heaven. He enters me to the balls each time. His thrusts and growls are not connected but come one after the other. I whine out loud when he leaves my pussy empty, gaping, and he spits on it before slamming into me again. I whimper from the intensity, and he does the same again, but this time when he spits on my pussy, he slaps me there too.

“Do you want this, Maisy, to be a little whore for me?”

Every nerve ending I possess is trembling as I enjoy the pain of the slap. His words, what they do to me. He slaps me, again and again. My moans grow louder.

“I know you like this, you little slut,” he grunts as he thrusts into me again. “Don’t make me cum so soon! Fuck, your tight cunt will get it from me!”

He’s out, pumping his cock and controlling his eruption, all the while spitting on my cunt and slapping me, harder each time. I gasp for breath. I’m there, almost coming, but I’m empty, and he only slaps me again.

“You’re going to cum for me, on five. Clear?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He briefly rubs my swollen clit before he starts counting down.

“Five.” He slaps my cunt, his hand landing on my whole mound that’s up in the air. He thrusts inside me twice and pulls out, grunting.

“Four.” And again, another hard slap, and my legs shake where I lie.

“Three, be a whore for me, show me you can.” Another slap stings me but gives me the push that’s going to get me there, and he thrusts three times before he’s out again. I’m reduced to whimpers, long and loud. It’s upon me, I feel it.

“Two.” His palm comes down on me violently, with an intense burn and an extra oomph that takes me over the edge. But instead of his cock in my cunt, I get his fingers in my ass.

“One!” I see his mouth move, but I can’t hear him any longer. He slaps me one last time and this is it, my peak. I begin to erupt so hard that my whole body is convulsing, when he suddenly flips me sideways, then thrusts into me until I fall to pieces under him, moaning and gasping at every touch, shaking violently.

“You ready for my cum, whore?”

“Yes…”

“Yes, what?”

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