Her small hand slips between us, and when she aligns herself with me, I stop her with my grip on her hips. “Wait, you’re not quite ready for me, red.”
“But I want you,” she whimpers.
“You’ll have me. Just—do this for a moment,” I encourage, making her slide her hips back and forth so her damp folds glide along the underside of me.
“Oh…”
Her surprised breath doesn’t help with my restraint, so I clench my teeth and hope for the best. I can’t fucking ejaculate prematurely again, or she’ll start believing I’m a two-pump chump. With her hands resting flat over my chest, she sways her body in rhythm with the music still running, her lips parted with soft pants, her eyes sparkling with lust.
“That’s it, love. Get wet and ready for me.”
“Jake, you feel so good,” she moans.
So does she. But I bet the ribbed underside of me and the piercings feel fantastic on her. Her tempo slowly increases, disassociating with the music, as do the moans and sighs that she lets out. And I can hear the moist sounds we make where we rub together. I’m tempted to let her come like this first, but then I’ll be at a great disadvantage, nearing my release while she’d have to climb to another climax.
“Now, red. Put me inside younow.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice, rising from me and angling my cock with her slick entrance. My hands are holding on to her tightly as she lowers, so fucking slowly that I nearly lose it. I’m not in control of anything when my hips jolt up, making my dick disappear entirely into her tight pussy.
Her scream, half pleasure and half surprise, and the way her walls clamp down on me have me cursing and instantly releasing her. “Fuck, I’m sorry. You’re in charge; you’re in control,” I promise, entwining my fingers and laying my hands under my head so I’m not tempted to do anything more.
“It’s fine, you’re just…big,” she says, gently rocking her hips.
The soft touch of her palms returns to my chest as she leans onto me, and I admire how her tits dangle with her movements. It’s like a spectacle, an exclusive performance—one I’d give my left ball to see every fucking night.
A show that’s at risk of ending way too early.
It takes her a few attempts, but she eventually figures out how to make my entire cock disappear inside her. Now, every time she sinks onto me, she gives a little sway with her hips to make the seventh piercing slip inside.
“You like this, red?” I ask, hoping I can make her topple fast. “You like fucking me?”
Her strangled “Yes,” is like ambrosia.
“You’re doing it so well. Look at how much of me you take.” We both gaze between us, where my cock goes in and out of her, sopping wet with her juices. “Do you know how good you feel, love? Has anyone ever told you how wet, tight, and warm you are?”
“Aah, Jake!”
The measured pace of her hips increases, her body jolting involuntarily. I feel a spasm around me, the promise of her looming orgasm. All I have to do is ride through it, and then I should last until the next one. In the meantime, I must do my best to ignore how incredible she feels and discard her breasts swinging right above me, the lustful expression on her face, the sounds she makes…
“A man could sell his soul for such a perfect cunt. You know that, right?”
That rips another moan out of her, and she quivers inside and out. When she closes her eyes to experience it all better, I feel robbed. Sensing she’s close, I remove a hand from under my head and send it between us, rolling the tip of my thumb over her swollen clit. “Look at me,” I order. She obeys, wanton and heated. “That prick was so fucking wrong, Gen. You couldn’t be boring even if you tried.”
Just like that, she shatters, moaning my name with an abandoned whimper that makes it hard not to follow her. Her pussy contracts around me, her hands clenching over my chest, the rolls of her hips desperate and uncoordinated. I hold her through it in a bruising grasp, forcing her down on me so I’m not too overwhelmed.
“Fuck,” I mutter through clenched teeth, trying to think of anything that isn’t her.
She writhes and grinds, lost in her own version of heaven while I’m fighting like a devil not to join her. Eventually, when her pleasure slowly recedes, I feel prouder than if I’d won a gold medal in the Olympics. That shit was more challenging than running a bloody marathon.
With my cock still deep inside her, she leans back, her chest heaving as she tries to recuperate. Her entire body is flushed, covered in a thin veil of perspiration, and I want to scold myself for not letting her be on top sooner. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on. And as an artist, I’ve seen a lot of beauty in this world.
“Jesus fucking Christ, red,” I whimper, thankful for the intermission.
“Was that okay?”
“Okay? Genevieve, it was far beyondokay.”
A small smile spreads on her lips, which contradicts the way her brows frown. When she rolls her hips, testing me inside her, I understand why. “Then why didn’t you come?”
