“That’s it, such a good girl,” Holt slips a finger inside me, then another, and then he curls them upwards.
“Oh god— please,” I utter. Holt chuckles and keeps up the pressure. He is looking down at me. His eyes look navy in the waning light of day.
“Look at me, Piper,” he demands. My eyes fly open. I am practically delirious but I know that I am closer to the edge now than I have been all day.
“That’s it, come for me,” he says as he adds pressure to my clit. I finally sail over the edge, my whole body tightening and releasing. Holt keeps circling my clit and massaging that spot inside of me. Until it feels like I may come again. I am so sensitive that I try to close my legs, but Holt’s body blocks the attempt.
“No—not yet, I’m not done with you. I will never be done with you,” he grits out through his teeth. I take a minute to look at him kneeling between my legs. He is beautiful. Muscles on muscles, with ink swirling all over. His cock is— impressive-for lack of a better term. It is smooth and hard and there is cum leaking out of the tip—which ispierced? I make a noise in the back of my throat and Holt’s gaze falls to where mine is.
He grips his length and tugs on it a few times. I reach my hand out, wanting to feel him and explore. He guides my hand to his cock and I grip it. He tightens my grip and then moves his hand away, giving me free reign.
I move my hand up and down, and run my thumb through the bit of come leaking out of the head. I skirt around the piercing— unsure of what to do with it. Holt hisses. His head falls back.
All of a sudden his hand is moving mine away and he has both of my hands in his. He is laying on top of me, my arms are pinned above my head and he is staring into my eyes.
“Playtime is done,” he grunts. I can only nod at him. He kisses me fiercely, nipping my lip and stabbing his tongue through my mouth. Using one hand to hold both of mine he reaches down and guides his cock to my opening— he pauses and looks at me.
“I’m clean—just got tested last month and there hasn't been anyone for awhile,” he says to me in a serious tone. I come down from my lust fueled haze barely to answer.
“I’m on birth control— and haven’t been with anyone in a long time,” I shrug sheepishly. That’s all Holt needs to hear and he slides halfway in. I groan at the feeling of fullness. He is large, and I’m not exactly the most active person. He spreads my thighs wider and circles my clit with his finger.
“Let me in, Piper— you are doing so good,” he grunts. I take a deep breath and tilt my hips. He sinks in a bit more. I gasp. I feel the sweat beading near my hairline.
“Almost, such a good girl. You feel so fucking good,” he says and pushes all the way in. He stops and lets me adjust. I shudder—caught between pleasure and pain. Holt kisses me, his hands framing my face. After a few long seconds, I tilt my hips and he takes that as permission to start moving. His slow and sure thrusts building my arousal again. I groan as I feel his piercing drag my walls on the way out. Not able to form words, I lean up and lick and kiss his neck.
Holt lets my hands go and his fingers find my clit again as he lightly strokes around it. My orgasm is shimmering in the distance. My hands are in his hair and traveling down his back. I feel his muscles rippling underneath me.
“Jesus, Piper— you are fucking killing me,” he grits out. His deep voice is ragged. He reaches down and pulls my leg up around his hip. This move makes my back arch. I’m so overly stimulated that my orgasm comes out of nowhere. Hitting me with such force that my lungs seize. My vision goes fuzzy and I don’t think I breathe until my vision clears.
Holt speeds up the finger that is on my clit and before I know it, another orgasm is coming— or maybe it is the same one.
“Come on, Piper— one more,” he grits out. He takes my wrists together above my head in one hand and his thrusts pick up speed again.
“Come on, pretty girl. Give me one more, you are doing so good,” he grunts out. His pubic bone grinds into my clit sending me over the edge a few seconds before he gives in falling over the edge with me.
Chapter 40
Holt
I had to get out of bed, or I would have woken Piper up by fucking her—again. I already did that in the middle of the night. Now that I have had her I can’t stop. I woke up a couple hours ago with her laying half on top of me. Her soft tits pressed against my side. One leg thrown over one of mine. It would have been so easy to roll us over and sink into her.
But— I knew she would need a bit of a break. I’ll have her again soon, I promise myself. Piper’s phone keeps buzzing. She had left it on the kitchen table. After the eighth time, I grab my coffee mug and walk over to it. If it is Meg, I’ll respond quick to let her know Piper is still asleep.
I do a double take, looking down at her phone. She has over 50 Facebook message notifications. Who the hell is messaging her that many times. I hear footsteps behind me and look over my shoulder.
It’s Piper, she pulled her clothes on from the night before. Looking sufficiently fucked, I can’t help but picture the way she moaned under me. Begging. Not that she knew if she was begging for more or less, but I took care of it.
She looks a little unsure of herself this morning so I reach for her and pull her into my side. Kissing her temple first and then taking her mouth in mine. My tongue slips in between her lips and lazily strokes hers, before I pull away.
“Good morning, your phone is blowing up,” I explain to her. I hand her the phone and walk over to pour her a cup of coffee.
By the time I turn back around, I notice her face has gone pale. She is shaking her head and scrolling. Her eyes get wider and her lip is caught in her teeth. I take 3 long quick strides and am next to her.
“What is it,” I ask her. She keeps shaking her head. I put both mugs down and take the phone from her. Scrolling through it, I see vile messages from what looks to be a fake profile.
Jordan T. Willis: You fucking bitch, you ruined my life.
Jordan T. Willis: You fat piece of shit took what is mine.
