Hendricks prowls towards me, and butterflies flutter about in my core at that determined look in his eyes. He grabs them from my hands and rips into the top one.
“Put it on me,” he instructs holding the foil out for me to grab.
I do, sinking down to my knees. And for some reason, Audrey’s bachelorette party comes flying back into my brain before she called off the engagement. There was a woman that taught us how to apply condoms with our mouths as a party trick.
“Hold my hair,” I instruct as I take a deep breath. He gathers it in his hand as best he can, though a few stray pieces spill out of his grip.
I’ve never had an opportunity to try this since the bachelorette party, but muscle memory takes over, and I have the condom situated in my mouth as I work it over his cock. He stands with his hands on his hips looking down at me in wonder.
My lips and tongue move in tandem, snagging at the first barbell. I have to use my hand to get the rest to fit, sliding the latex down his substantial length.
“Fuck,” he breathes out and I can’t help but smile as I run my tongue up and down his length, spending extra time around those barbells, feeling him tense up with each lick of my tongue.
“On the bed. I feel like I’m not going to last long with how good you’re making me feel already.”
I smile wide, standing up from the floor and pulling him by the hand to my bed.
He’s on me in an instant. Hands wrapping around my hips and throwing me into the bed so hard, I’m surprised it doesn’t break.
“I’m not going to be gentle Lydia, so if you want to stop this, tell me now.”
“No, I want this,” I say.
“If it gets to be too much, I want you to tell me. Understand?”
I nod. “I promise.”
“Good girl. Now, you’re going to want to hold onto something,” he warns, and my eyes go wide as he strokes his impressive length.
He knocks my thighs apart and leans over my body. His cock is lined up with my entrance as I grip onto his shoulders.
“Please,” I beg, feeling absolutely desperate to feel him inside me.
And he gives me exactly what I asked for, shoving inside me in one sharp thrust.
I cry out, trying to adjust to his size, those barbells rubbing my inner walls like they were made just for me.
“Oh, holy fucking hell!” I yell as he begins to move. His pelvis rubs against my clit as he thrusts in and out me. My thighs tremble as he fucks me into the bed. He moves with me like we’re in a dance that only we know the steps to. Our bodies coming together in sweat and heat and pleasure.
“Jesus, Lydia. You’re everything I dreamed you would be,” he says kissing me so hard that I don’t have time to understandthe significance of those words. My head spins as he brings my body to its pinnacle, crashing hard into my second orgasm of the night. I clench and shake around his dick, feeling him twitch and thrust into me.
Suddenly, I’m rolling to straddle him, riding him with unbridled passion. My hips take on a life of their own as he watches me, his lids hooded, and mouth parted as he brings his hands up to cup my breasts.
“You ever think of piercing these?” He asks, bringing one of my nipples into his mouth running his tongue around in a circle around it.
I shake my head no and then yelp as he bites down on my sensitive flesh. It feels so fucking good that it makes me ride him harder.
“Mmm, you like that do you?”
I nod my head, and he goes over to my other nipple and does the same thing, that bite sending me over the edge again. When he pulls away, I wipe away a bead of blood from his lips.
“Is that from me?” I ask.
He nods. “Don’t worry. It’ll heal fast.”
He thrusts up into me. “Now give me one more, Lydia. One more orgasm. Let me feel you fall apart all over my cock.”
He rubs my clit with his thumb as I move up and down his hard, pierced cock. God those piercings feel unbelievable inside me. I’m going to be so sore tomorrow, but it’s worth it.
