Here goes nothing, what a way to turn the foreplay dryer than dust.
“I was abused,” I state. “by my mother, actually. She’d make me do things that I never wanted to do, and if I ever went against herrequestshe’d beat me until I was black and blue. My..” The words trail off, almost like the ghost of my mum is strangling them in my throat.
“Is that the woman you killed?” Brynne asks with a strangled tone and I nod my head. “Yeah, it was my thirteenth birthday. I couldn’t deal with it anymore, and I.. snapped. I’d been dealing with it since my dad walked out. I’d become hisreplacement.”
The material of my t-shirt tightens as she grips it between her fists. Anger floods in her eyes for me, and my past self.
“You never deserved that, Kin. That bitch didn’t deserve to be a mother and I’m fucking glad that you ended her. And if you didn’t, I would have gladly done the job.”
I take her hands in mine and run my thumbs over her knuckles. Instantly she relaxes at the touch. It doesn’t completely shun out the fire inside her, but it settles it.
“I wouldn’t let you do that for me, love, but I’m grateful.” I say with a soft tone, then I let go of her hands and trace the lines of her curves with my own. She hums softly at the touch, immediately igniting the fire inside of me again. Once I reach her hips, I pause.
“Take it off,” I gesture towards my t-shirt.
“Are you sure?”
I step further into her embrace. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” I say with confidence. Slowly she drags her hands down from my chest, over my abdomen until she reaches the hem, then she tucks her fingers underneath and begins to pull it up. Inch by inch, she unmasks me, revealing the map of horrors.
I’m almost afraid to look at her in case I don’t like what I find but I couldn’t be more wrong. Emerald eyes practically eat me up the further she lifts my t-shirt until I need to help her lift it over my head. Once it lands on the carpet, her hands splay across my skin, the fire inside of her burning straight through me. She uses the tip of her finger to trace across the deep scar that runs horizontally across my stomach. The muscles flex involuntarily.
“Am I hurting you?” She says with a concerned voice. I grab her hand and bring it to my belt.
“Quite the opposite, love. Now take this off.” I demand, a darkness settling in my voice. I don’t want to wait any longer. We’ve waited enough and I’m completely on fire for her.
Brynne makes quick work of slipping the leather strap through the metal loop, then her trembling hands fumble with the button and zip. An eagerness spreads through my bloodstream, my heart firing on all cylinders like an electric current.
I place my hand on her chest and walk her backwards until the backs of her legs hit the bed again, then she sits down and looks up at me through hooded eyes.
I cup her jaw and run the pad of my thumb roughly over her bottom lip. “You follow my commands so well, love. Now be my good girl and take out my cock.”
Warmth spreads across her skin in a pink hue and with eager hands she tugs down my jeans and boxers in one swift move. Instantly my cock springs free, eager for her touch.
“Oh,” she gasps, her wet tongue running across her lips in hunger. “Did that hurt?” Her eyes focus on the piercing at the tip of my cock, the silver barbell shining in the moonlight.
“Well it didn’t tickle, I'll be honest.”
She chuckles at my sarcasm. “Ever the joker, I see.”
“Any chance that I can make you laugh, I absolutely will do but I’d rather have your lips wrapped around my cock right now.”
“Where are your manners, Kin?” She quips and before I can throw any comment back, she wraps her hands around the base of my cock. The delicate touch alone threatens to make my knees buckle. Her hands are so soft and warm as she begins to pump me in slow strokes.
My teeth grind together and I throw my head back, groaning shamelessly into the air. “Pl.. please, Brynne.”
Her strokes get a little faster and I find myself thrusting my hips to chase the pleasure. “Please what?”
“Fuck..put me.. in your mouth, pl.. please.” I whimper like the little bitch boy that I am but I couldn’t give a fuck, nothing has ever felt as good as this. Not even the dead ones could bring this much pleasure to me and Brynne hasn’t even put me in her mouth yet, or her tight pussy. I’ll probably fucking explode the moment those warm walls tighten around me.
“That’s a good boy.” She coos and I bask under the praise.
Who knew I was such a praise slut?
My breath shudders as she picks up the pace. “Sh.. shit, please. Pu.. put me in your mouth no–”
Immediately my words are cut off as she licks the underside of my cock, her tongue trails over the engorged veins and I swear I can feel every tastebud on her tongue. Heat scorches my skin as she sucks the tip into her mouth.
I want to look down at her but I know if I see those plump lips around me, I’ll fucking blow my load into her mouth but I’m a sucker for filthy pleasure, so I drop my head down onto my chest to find her already looking at me. She can barely touch her fingers together around my length and the sight of wet saliva gathering at the corners of her mouth as she sucks on the piercing has me moaning through stuttered breaths.
