Her pussy clenched around my cock when she laughed, little spasms fluttering down my shaft, rippling around the piercing at my tip.
Mmmm. . .
Each vibration of her joy turned into a stroke, a squeeze, a milking pull on my length.
Fuck.
I groaned and buried my face against her neck, because it was unbearable the way her laugh could massage my cock from the inside out.
“Careful, Tora.” My cock twitched inside her. “When you laugh like that, your pussy squeezes me.”
“Maybe that’s the plan.”
My hips jerked on instinct, grinding us both deeper into the joke and into the truth of it. I hissed between my teeth as her wetness slicked hotter around me.
“Oh.” She shivered. “Okay. Okay. Stop.”
“Mmmm.” Despite my hunger for more, I complied. My cock slid free of her with a breathy, slick sound, and I gritted my teeth.
The wet sound of separation was obscene, and my cock twitched again, already aching to be back inside.
My cum leaked from her folds, white gushes glistening against her dark brown skin. The sight made my cock lurch with violent pride, but I forced myself to breathe.
Then, her warm fingers curled around my length, and her hand slid slowly up my shaft. “I’m sore, but. . .are you sore too?”
“Cocks don’t get sore, Tora. They get hungry. They get relentless. They get. . .obsessed.”
Her fingers stroked me again, even slower this time, her grip careful, like she was testing me. “Hmmm. Obsession sounds a lot like soreness with an ego.”
“Ego?” I tilted her chin so her eyes met mine. “This cock has no ego. Just purpose.”
She laughed again, soft and wicked. “And what’s its purpose?”
I guided her hand tighter around me, groaning at the slick heat her touch left behind. “To keep you filled. To remind you who you belong to. To make sure every time you walk, you feel me.”
Her breath hitched, but she still smirked. “I definitely think I will be walking with a small limp tomorrow.”
A dark groan escaped me.
I kissed her softly, and she moved her hands from my cock and wrapped her arms around my waist.
A sigh tumbled out of me. I loved the feeling of her next to me.
I kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her cheek, worshiping her softly, reverently, until her breathing slowed and she relaxed against me, boneless and safe. “Did I bite you too hard tonight?”
“Of course you did.”
“It hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Did it feel good too?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to stop biting you?”
She licked her lips. “Would you stop if I told you to?”
