My fingers find their home around her throat, and I squeeze. My cock practically throbs against her; I’m so turned on. She struggles against death this time, and her hips rock her glorious mound against my cock. It’s not enough. I want more.
I release her and rip the boxers open. I’ll need a new underwear budget after this trip, but no matter. If destroying my entire wardrobe gets me closer to the girl, I’ll learn to do without. I lean forward and slide my iron dick through her panty-covered slit. I know right where to aim—that dark spot in the emerald fabric. She’s soaked.
Quinn’s eyes dance as I release her again. Her head rolls to the side, and she smiles as I drag my cock through the mess she’s created. I never knew a man dressed in a big green condom could do it for a woman, but here we are.
“I know we’re all disease-free here, thanks to Jim’s rigorous medical tests, but if you’re worried about pregnancy, thecondoms are in the drawer.” She motions to the nightstand. “I have an implant, so I’m not concerned. But it’s up to you.”
I’m not sure where I expected all this choking and thrusting to lead, and I don’t know how I didn’t expect us to get to sex eventually, but my mouth still runs dry now that we’ve reached this crossroads. I have a decision to make.
But as I look down at the woman beneath me, I know there was never any choice in the matter. Even if my mouth were to form the word no, my voice would offer a resounding yes.
I drag the head through her wet heat, and she grinds against me. She’s practically begging me to split her in half, but that isn’t what I want. While I love to see the fear in her eyes, and while I would love to administer a little pain to the brat, what I want more than anything is to see her face when she comes. Not that fake shit she does for her viewers, but a real orgasm that is brought about by my hand. Or cock. Or tongue. The lass can take her pick.
Especially with the way she’s looking up and whimpering. Her hands fall to her tits, and she pinches her nipples as she begs me with her eyes. She doesn’t even know what she’s asking for, but she wants it. She wants it so fucking bad.
As I draw her panties to the side and slip my dick between her pussy lips, her eyes widen. “Are you...pierced?”
I nod.
“Like, how pierced?”
I take her hand and guide it toward my cock, finally allowing her to touch me. Her fingers search until they wrap around my girth. Her thumb finds the piercing through the head of my cock, and she strokes it as she nibbles her bottom lip.
“Will I be able to feel it?” she asks. “I’ve never been with a pierced guy before.”
With her panties still pulled to the side, I drag the piercing through her slit and grind the metal nub against her clit. Her eyes roll in her head as she grips the comforter.
“Fuck, I can definitely feel it,” she says through a moan.
I pin her arms above her head again, and she closes her eyes and braces herself. I have the pleasure of watching every expression she makes. Behind this mask, I’m free to explore her all I want.
As I stroke and tease her, I revel in each sigh, each nibble of her lip. I live for the way she whimpers and writhes. I’d die for the way her heat feels on my skin. I’ll probably die once it’s taken away, but I can’t think about that right now. For tonight, she’s my only thought.
My cock throbs along with the beat of my heart, and I can’t take it any longer. I lean forward and sink inside her. Despite the monster dildos I’ve watched her cram in this perfect cunt, she’s as tight as a bigot’s asshole in a prison shower. Tighter, maybe. I hold still, afraid to move inside her.
She reaches between us and grips the base of my cock, then squeezes for all it’s worth, and I damn near fill her right then. I cannae be a minute man now! To stop her from squeezing, I give a few gentle thrusts that rock her breasts beneath the gauzy green material.
This position gives me too much visual stimuli, so I grab her thighs and rotate her onto her side. She lets out a squeal as I complete the maneuver and slide in behind her until my green suit melds with her skin. I tuck an arm under her right thigh and raise it as high as I can, giving me a straight angle to sink into her again. And I do.
And it’s fucking heaven.
Her pussy clamps down again, and I realize I’m not the only one struggling to fend off a premature explosion. She isn’t just tight; she’s already on the verge of an orgasm.
Not one to miss an opportunity, I reach for her pussy and stroke her swollen clit as I thrust. I start slow, ratcheting the pace and pressure until she’s about to break my dick off inside her. Just when I think I can’t take another second, it happens. Quinn Parker comes all over my cock.
I feel like I’m in a dream as her eyes roll and her mouth contorts. She tries to keep quiet by gritting her teeth and breathing through it, but I fuck her harder and force the pleasure out of her. She cries out finally, gripping the comforter as a light sweat slicks her chest.
When she’s finished convulsing against me, I pull out of her and grab the tablet.
Quinn sits up, frantic, her golden waves falling around her face like she’s some sort of starlet. In a way, she is. After this, she’ll star in my fantasies until the day I die.
“Where are you going?” she asks. “Don’t you want to stay the night? You didn’t pay ten grand to make me come.”
I pull the pencil from its holder and scribble a message on the tablet.
Actually, that’s exactly what I paid for.
I exit her room, leaving her confused on the bed. As much as I want to spend a night with my arms wrapped around her, it’s a risk I can’t take. I’ve risked enough as it is, and I’ve already got the next risk in mind.
