“Then I’ll have to keep kissing ya,” he says, mouth swooping back on mine as he rips his pants open, pulling down his fancy Calvin Klein boxer briefs just enough to pull his dick out.
There is big, as in “Damn you’re big but I’m gonna scale this cock like it’s Mt. Everest!”
And then there’s Kai.
My fingers don’t fit all the way around his dick, thick and hard, throbbing with his heartbeat, the swollen tip is already leaking a clear drop or two. My thumb sweeps over it, gathering the moisture, and I put it in my mouth. He tastes sharp, slightly musky, and I’m about to go for another taste when he loops my knees over his elbows.
“Are ya ready,sionnach beag,little fox?” The broad head of him is right at my entrance, pushing in just slightly, and already I can feel the stretch.
“I don’t know,” I say honestly, and he gives me a complete grin with both sides of his mouth curved up like a normal human being and pushes his hips forward, groaning.
“So fecking tight,” he grits his teeth, “I should have stretched ya more. Open up. Let me in.”
He crams in a few more inches and the sight is filthy and hot and erotic as fuck and I nearly come again. “Give me all of you.” Sliding in and out slowly, almost teasingly, he waits until I’ve relaxed a fraction and then drives his cock deep inside, pushing to the top of me.
“That’s all there is,” I moan. “That’s it.” He pulls my hand down, making me feel that there is still more ofhimnot yet inside me.
“There’s a wee bit more room,” he says, kissing me greedily. “Ya can take more.” His thumb is back on my clitoris, and I moan into his mouth, biting his lower lip.
The stretch and the sting are overwhelming, and it takes a moment to feel something even harder than his cock stroking against me. It ripples along all those sensitive places inside me, and there’s a slow bloom of pleasure under the pain.
“Wh- what’s that?” I gasp, and the smug bastard chuckles, kissing me. My fingers are still bracketing his shaft as he pulls it out slowly and I see them.
Kai has piercings on his dick.
Five of them, stacked on top of each other, and the metal piercings set every nerve ending on fire as he pushes inside me again, slowly, letting me feel each one.
“Jacob’s ladder piercings,sionnach beag. They’re for you.” Another hard snap of his hips and yes, it appears his cock has found more room inside because his balls are resting against my ass and then I’m no longer capable of rational thought. Everything is focused on the feel of him invading me and the ripples of pleasure that are spreading through my body, the heat of his skin, the hoarse whisper of filthy compliments.
Sliding his hand behind my neck, Kai pulls me upright; the angle pushes his piercings ever harder against my G-spot, and the heel of his other hand pushes firmly against my stomach. It’s too much, it’s filthy and hot and painful and fuck, it is so. Good. He manages to smother my scream with a kiss.
“So fecking beautiful, my perfect, filthy girl.” Groaning, he tries to move his hips. “Ya must relax a bit, you’re gonna rip my cock off.”
I don’t care. I don’t care about anything but the feel of him taking over every part of me and those piercings causing havoc. When he starts thrusting, I come again. We’re soaking wet and I’m pretty sure it’s my fault, hearing the squelch of his cock shoving inside me, his wet scrotum against my ass.
“Nothing could be this tight,” he growls. “I’m never pulling out.” He thrusts harder, pushing me against the glass, and my back arches painfully as he angles his hips, hitting me deeper.
“Pr- pr- pretty sure all of you that can fit is in me,” I gasp, hands flailing, trying to grab some part of him. I’m not used to this, everything inside me firing at once. The lower half of my body is in the driver’s seat now, and my brain has nothing to say about it. It still hurts, it hurts like fire, but I’m shocked to realize how much I like it, how much more it makes me feel.
Kai grits his teeth, throwing his head back, eyes closed. He’s wrong.He’sthe beautiful one. I feel the flood of his heat insideme, filthy, gluttonous pleasure and I come with him, digging my heels into the top of his firm ass.
The room is silent, aside from our ragged breathing, and I run my fingers through his hair as he rests his forehead between my breasts. Finally, he lifts his head with a groan.
“You’re dangerous,” he rasps, carefully pulling out of me. An embarrassing rush of moisture follows and he pulls the perfectly folded pocket square from his tuxedo jacket, tidying me and then himself, tucking his cock away.
“I thought those things were just for show, pocket squares, I mean.”
I realize I’m sprawled out on the case, my breasts hanging out of my neckline and my skirt up around my waist. And Kai? The son of a bitch already looks perfectly put together. I didn’t even manage to mess up his hair.
He kisses my defensiveness away, lifting me down from the display case and helping me fix my dress. Grabbing my arm as I wobble on those ridiculous heels, he says, “I can carry ya, or we can slip out the side entrance.”
“I know what I look like right now,” I say, “and I really don’t want to do the walk of shame. Side door, please.”
“More like the hobble of shame, wife.” Kai kisses me and laughs when I smack him on the chest. Given his spectacular musculature, I’m pretty sure it hurt me more than it hurt him. Sliding his arm around my waist, he’s ready to help me out of the room when I see the mess we made, the poor glass case smeared.
“No!” I grind to a halt, groaning a bit as my already sore lower half protests. “We can’t leave it like that, that’s so rude! The poor cleaning people will have enough to do without dealing with the fact that we’re animals with no concept of good manners.”
He almost gives me his full smile again, looking at me in that filthy way as he pulls out his phone. “Get me some wet paper towels,” he says.
