Seems I’m not the only one going commando tonight.
It’s thick and long, with veins lining the edge and the swollen tip, making it look hungry with need. I chew on my bottom lip at how large he is and then smile, not surprised to see a Prince Albert piercing.
I’m too busy to notice his movement until he fists my hair, pulling it hard, and I gasp at the sudden friction. My nipples tighten at the pleasure, and my clit begins to throb all over again while I wrap my fingers around the base of his thick cock and tugwith a firm hold. From his earlier dominance and the grasp he has on my hair, I know he doesn’t want gentle.
That’s not his style.
He groans as a bead of pre-cum forms on the tip, and I lean forward, lazily lapping it up with an exaggerated swipe of my tongue. The salty warmth slides down my throat with ease.
A low throaty growl echoes from Danger’s chest while I tug on the base of his cock and flick my tongue over the tip, circling the head. His hand in my hair tightens, and my nipples pebble almost to the point of pain in response. I love that he’s still firm with me, even when I’m the one in control.
My lips are wrapped around my teeth as I slide my mouth over his cock, taking him at a slow but deliberate pace. He gasps in pleasure, rocking forward and forcing my head down, making me take him deeper into my mouth. I glide my tongue along his cock while my hand continues to pump him hard but slow, while I relish in the feel of him in my mouth as I move up and down.
His cock twitches in my mouth, then he groans and jolts slightly. “Fuck, you have a dirty mouth. Take me, take all of me,” he demands while increasing the pressure and pushing on my head.
I smile, knowing I can. Dropping my hand from his base, I relax my throat, inhaling through my nose. He grips my hair in both hands, edging me down his length, and his hardness slides smoothly inside my mouth to the back of my throat. He groans, all his muscles tensing, and I know how to give him that little more.
I moan, sending a vibration over his sensitive head. And just like I knew he would, he moans and rocks his hips forward, the movement shaky. “Holy fuck…”
My clit is now aching so badly that I need to release the tension. Moving my hand down between my legs, I begin to grind and rotate on my clit while I use my other hand to hold histhigh for balance. The firm pressure on my clit makes me moan again, and the vibration on Danger’s cock forces him to jut his hips forward. At the same time, he pulls me onto him further, his cock sliding further down my throat. All the while, I’m lost in the sensation of his piercing, the small, smooth metal ball attached to the singular ring gliding along the soft walls at the back of my throat.
When I don’t gag, he moans in utter delight and releases a hand from my head to firmly grip my throat, holding me where he wants me.
“Jesus Christ, Lunar. Touch yourself. Fuck! I can hear how wet you are for me. Make yourself come.” The alpha, gritty tone only pushes me on.
I circle on my clit when he pulls back from my mouth slightly, only to pump harder, fisting my hair and applying more pressure with his hold on my throat to fuck my mouth. The sensation of the pressure building on my clit is too much for me to handle. The heat intensifies until it erupts, my breathing quickens, my body begins to tremble, and I fall over the edge. Blinding flashes spark behind my clenched eyes as my muscles tense, and I moan around his cock.
He jolts like he’s about to come and abruptly releases his hold on me, quickly pulling out of my mouth with a pop. Saliva rushes out, dripping and sticking to me while he pants for breath. Looking up at him through hooded eyes, he gazes down at me and smiles. Like he’s in a trance, he reaches down, smearing my spit all over my mouth and chin.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re a maniac. I don’t want to come in your mouth. I wanna come inside you,” he says, grabbing the base of his cock in a firm grasp. “Tell me you’re on the pill, and you’re clean. I don’t want to use a condom. I want you to feel the Prince Albert. I wanna fuck you hard. Fast. No restraints.” Hegrabs my elbow and helps me off my knees, watching me intently for an answer.
“I’m on the pill and clean. Fuck me, Danger,” I reply.
His eyes light up when he shakes his head. “Where thehelldid I find you?”
I smirk and walk over to the edge of the bed. Danger kicks off his shoes and steps out of his jeans, which were around his ankles. I turn to face the bed and bend over so my chest is lying flat on the mattress and my ass is up in the air for him. He groans and strides over to me while I stretch my neck to watch, his eyes now dark with undeniable desire.
“Full of surprises,” he groans out and stands behind me.
My skin prickles with excitement while goosebumps run down my arms. Danger skims a hand up my spine toward the back of my neck, pinning me down on the bed, and the other travels over my hip and to my ass cheek. He gently rubs, almost like a massage, and my heart pounds in my chest, waiting in anticipation for whatever he’s going to do next. His touch changes, and fingers delicately slide along the pale skin of my ass. Then it’s gone, leaving a chill behind.
Without warning, he smacks his palm against my flesh, my body sliding up the bed with the force of the blow, and my heart rate skips a beat as my breathing ceases to exist. My pussy slickens with wetness, and I gasp at the delicious pain.
“Again,” I murmur, and he growls.
Danger gently soothes the area he just slapped, but this time, I’m ready when his touch disappears, and I can’t help the slight tension of anticipation. His hand connects again with my sensitive flesh, but this time further down, much closer to my pussy. It tightens and pulsates with the blood rushing to the point of contact, and I moan at the feeling, my hips rocking side to side, my pussy seeking friction.
“You’re so fucking sexy, ass in the air, red and ready for me like this.” Danger groans.
Smiling, I nod. “Yes, it’s all yours. Take me,” I practically beg while he grinds his erection into my ass.
“Fuck, Lunar.” He slaps me again, harder this time, and I yelp with the pain.
I love it even though it hurts.
I’m twisted, I know.
“You better hold the fuck on, Lunar,” he warns, then his hand moves to my hip while the other holds me down, my cheek pressed into the mattress forcefully as he lines his cock up with my entrance. He slides his pierced head up and down my folds, coating it in my juices, and then suddenly, he slams inside me to the hilt. His girth fills me entirely, and I moan, adjusting to his size. I whimper, my breath short and sharp, but from the undeniable pleasure, while Danger groans. His hips meet my ass, his fingers clenching so deep into my skin I’m sure they’re going to bruise. “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.”
