When he makes me climb once more, my fingers tighten into his hair, my hips lifting to press my core harder into his mouth.
“Oh, God… Don’t stop! Don’t st—”
But then everything stops. His tongue is gone, his hands have freed me, and I’m alone on the verge of a devastating orgasm.
There’s a glimmer in his eyes that I don’t quite understand. “What are you doing?” I whimper.
“You used one of the consent-withdrawing words.”
It takes me a second to understand what he’s implying. “I saiddon’tstop.”
“Still said stop.”
I let out a frustrated groan. “You know exactly what I meant.”
“I warned you those weren’t good words, red. You didn’t believe me.”
I press my lips together, refusing to admit he was right. But he made his point, and I now understand what he meant earlier, even though it made no sense then.
“Just admit you were wrong, and I’ll continue,” he demands.
Everything in me wants to deny him, but the precipice I was about to fall over is slowly fading away. I need him to finish what he started. “I was wrong,” I mutter lowly.
“What was that?”
Asshole.“I was wrong.”
He smirks, all cocky and satisfied, before resuming like he promised. Three fingers enter me this time, stretching my walls with their thickness, and his tongue comes down on my aching spot with precision.
“Yes!” I moan, shamelessly grinding onto him. “Right there—Don’t stop!”
As soon as I feel his retreat, I lock my thighs around his head. “Continue!” I say instead, on the brink of orgasm. I can feel his smile on my core, but I don’t care. I’m so,soclose.
When I finally tilt, it feels like my entire being shatters into a thousand pieces. All the teasing, the edging, the delay… It makes my release even more intense than the first two he brought.
I’m lost in a sea of pleasure, an abandoned ship at the mercy of the tumultuous waves of a tempest. And he’s the one who conjured this mighty hurricane.
My mind is still foggy when he lets go of me, so I barely realize it when he releases my legs. But as he stands by the bed to open his jeans, the sound of the zipper pulls me out of the misty haze of lust. My movements are heavy and shaky as I lift myself to my elbows. I have to see his shaft and his piercings. I need to, for my own sake.
When he pulls his pants down, along with his black underwear, his erection springs out. And I forget how to breathe.
Holy…
His penis is so hard that it’s angled up, allowing me to see the ladder that led us to this moment. Six piercings are perfectly arranged on the underside of him, and then there’s a bigger one that goes through his glans, from the sensitive crest below to the upper part.
It looks like a weapon, meant to hurt more than give pleasure—not only because of his sheer size, but also because of the jewels embedded in the flesh. His tip is wet, glistening with desire, but I barely notice it, too absorbed by the bars of surgical steel.
“So? Do you think that’ll do?” he asks with a brazen grin.
Do what? Wreck me? Shred my vagina to pieces? Surely. But do I care? Not anymore.
I don’t reply, but my expression doesn’t seem to leave room for doubt. I watch, mesmerized by his nudity, as he finishes getting undressed, and then I observe with fascination when he unrolls a condom that he picked up next to me. It’s not an easy feat, but his practiced gestures tell me he’s done it more than enough times to master it. Once he’s fully sheathed, he comes back on top of me and helps me slide higher on the bed.
I spread my legs to welcome his broad frame, and his gaze leisurely strolls between us, starting with the red curls at my mound, lifting to the pink tips of my breasts, and landing on my face.
“Time for my favorite thing in the world: vaginal penetration by penis,” he teases yet again. He can’t let it go, can he?
I don’t even try to resist the temptation and slip a hand between us, wrapping it around his imposing girth. Blindly, my fingers and palm explore him. He remains patient as I do, his breath hitching when I squeeze him a little harder. The piercings of the ladder are quite spaced out already, and I see why four would be too few. With his length, he needed more than that.
