“You need me?” He nips my neck. “Are you sore?”
I shake my head. I am, but it’s not terrible.
“Come up here and ride me then.”
He rolls onto his back and kicks off his boxers. I waste no time straddling his hips, fisting his shaft, and positioning myself over him.
His arm encircles my waist. “Nope. Keep going.” He guides me forward.
My hands land on his chest to steady myself. “What?”
“Bring that pussy up here.”
My heart races, and I lock up. “Um…I’m pregnant.”
“I’m well aware.” He chuckles.
“I’ll make a mess.” My resistance is feeble.
“Please do. I love it.” He scooches down and directs me onto his face. “Hold the headboard.”
My legs tense, and I lean forward clumsily, grabbing the wood for balance. “I doubt I can come?—”
His tongue slides through my slit, and my words cut off. Two fingers enter me from behind, and my hips rock.
“Lower, baby.”
His breath is hot against my core. How much lower do I need to go?
I inch my knees wider, and insecurity creeps in. I’m not light, and I’m practically sitting on him, smothering him. That can’t be enjoyable.
His palm pushes down on the small of my back, encouraging me to drop even farther. “Come on, princess. Ride my face.”
Thick fingers move in and out of me, pleasure taking hold, and my nervous thoughts fade away. He circles my clit with his tongue, and my body assumes control, writhing and chasing my climax. I hear how wet I am but can’t muster a bit of embarrassment, not when he feels so freaking good.
He doubles down, nibbling and sucking. I dig my fingernails into the wood, tip my head back on a sharp moan, and come on his face, just as he wanted.
I’m still dazed from the orgasm when he lifts me and sets me beside him. His fingers collar my nape and press my chest to the mattress, my ass in the air. Keeping me in place, he spreads my legs wider with his knees.
“Your arm. You should lie down.”
He notches at my entrance and thrusts deep, silencing my protests.
I suck in a gasp. He’s massive in this position, and that bottom piercing? The ring above his balls? It’s teasing my sensitive clit with each flex of his hips.
A searing wave of jealousy consumes me. I twist in his grasp and attempt to free myself. “There’s no way you got those for yourself.”
He seizes my wrists with one hand, binds them above my head, then delivers a sharp smack to my ass with the other. “You wanna fight about it, Tinker Bell, or would you like me to keep fucking you?” He withdraws to the tip then enters me slowly, allowing his five piercings to glide over my G-spot, one after the other.
“Oh, fuck.” My legs twitch, and I clench around him, the sensation mind-blowing, especially after just coming.
Another stinging slap, and I nearly come.
“What do you say, princess?” He slams into me with a powerful thrust, smooth and firm, always maintaining complete control. “Do you want me to stop?”
The haze of lust overrides my jealousy. I’ve been dickmatized. “Keep fucking me,” I whimper.
His strokes slow, each deliberate, leaving me suspended, teetering on the edge.
