My dick throbs in my pants, straining against the denim and aching with a ferocity I can’t take for another second. When she lets out a whimper as I stand behind her, it takes every ounce of willpower to stop myself from pulling out my cock and splitting her in half. Still, there’s an embarrassing amount of desperation in my movements as I begin unfastening my belt.
After snatching the strip of leather free, I bring it down on her ass, right over the bite mark. Quinn’s back straightens, and her hands go for the red welt. I step into her and grab her ponytail, forcing her breasts against the wall. With a clenched fist, I snatch her golden locks so that she’s forced to look at me.
“I warned you, lass. Now you’re in trouble.” I lean down and kiss her hard on the mouth, and despite the way I tug her scalp, she releases a needy moan.
I lean back and wrap the belt around her wrists, tying her hands behind her back. With one hand gripping the strap, I use the other to push my cock against her glistening pink slit. My head tips back, and I groan as her neediness pulls me in.
I move my free hand to her hip while snatching back on the belt, keeping her back perfectly arched. She turns her head to the side and breathes through it as I ease in and out of her. I move slowly at first, letting her feel every inch of me as I glide through that glorious, squeezing heat.
“Spread those legs wider, lass.” I snatch back on the belt a bit, and she complies. This drops her hips down a few inches, and when I thrust forward again, she lets out a whimper. “Oh, did that feel good?”
She nods her head and whimpers again when I bottom out.
“You like it deep, don’t you? You like the way that piercing feels when it punches all those delicate places.” I tug the belt, holding her at a nearly impossible angle.
She looks up at the ceiling with tears in her eyes as she chokes out a strangled, “Yes!”
I fuck her harder, faster. My hand revels in all that softness around her hips as I squeeze until her skin turns purple. And she’s everywhere. When I look to the left and right, I see her from new angles. There’s no hiding the pleasure on her face or the way her thighs begin to shake. I see it all.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispers.
I pull out of her before she can come all over my cock. The poor thing nearly collapses as I release the belt.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she cries. “I was about to come!”
I unfasten the belt from her wrists, spin her around, and point to the floor. “On your knees.”
Her disappointment dissipates as she remembers she chose this, and she hurries to get to her knees. And I’ll be damned if she doesn’t open her mouth and look up at me.
I gently smack her cheek and smile down at her. “Finish me off, and don’t you dare waste a drop of what I give you. Do you understand?”
She nods up at me, then takes me into her mouth. Stars explode behind my eyelids as they clench shut, and I suck air through my teeth. Her warm, wet tongue slides around my head before she guides me to the back of her throat. I’d planned to grab her head and skull-fuck the shit out of her, but now I’minclined to let her work her magic. She clearly knows what she’s doing.
As her head begins to bob, my toes begin to curl. Her green eyes look up at me, filled with tears as the metal ball repeatedly assaults her throat. She gags and keeps going like a fucking pro.
My fingers wind through her hair and massage her scalp with my nails as she sucks my soul from my body. Fuck, I cannae feel my legs anymore.
Seconds later, my balls tighten. The lass can sense what’s coming, so she keeps the same steady pace as she coaxes more pre-cum from the tip. Unable to hold off a second longer, I grip her head in both hands and hold her still as I fill her throat. Quinn gags repeatedly, but she doesn’t try to pull away.
When I’m finally spent, I pull back and drop to my knees in front of her. “Fuck, lass. That was fan-fucking-tastic.”
She swallows and wipes her mouth, then looks down, almost as if she’s ashamed.
Confused, I dip a little lower so that I can look her in the eye. “Hey, what’s wrong? Was I too rough? Ach, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
She shakes her head and finally meets my gaze. “No...it’s not that.”
“Then what it is?”
Nibbling her lip, she hesitates, then scoots back a bit, revealing a small puddle underneath her. “I kind of pissed myself when I was gagging, and it’s fucking embarrassing. I have a weak bladder. That’s why I have to pee all the time.”
I pull off my boxers and use them to wipe away the minuscule puddle. “No need to be embarrassed about a little piddle. Happens to the best of us.”
“It doesn’t happen to you,” she mutters.
I shrug. “I’m not the best of us.”
That earns a smile. “How can you be the biggest asshole while simultaneously saying sweet shit like that?”
