He places both hands on my shoulders and slides me until too much of me hangs off the bed. I’m teetering, forced to lift my hips higher.
“Look at you being greedy and taking what you need.”
He pulls back and slams into me, that larger bead, scraping along my g-spot.
“Love that greedy pussy.”
He withdraws and slams home again.
“Such a good girl who takes what she wants.”
Slamming in, he drops his hands to either side of my ears and pistons with abandon.
“Want to come, Lorien?”
“Yes,” I moan, feeling the metal rubbing me until I can barely think.
“Tell me.” He pulls all the way out, tapping my clit with the piercing.
I growl.
“Six to three. What will your punishment be?” His grin appears, his chest rises and falls with the exertion, and I stare at the untatted patch of skin over his heart, knowing I desperately want to be inked there.
He slides between my folds, bouncing the bead of that barbell against my clit once, twice, three times.
“Take me, William. And please make it good and hard. I need to come.”
His mouth falls open, and he stares. But the smile that breaks across his face is pure masculine satisfaction.
He notches his cock inside me and slams home with brutal force, pushing me up the bed. I squeeze and lift, fighting to keep him inside.
Reaching between my legs, I finger my clit until my hand is slapped away.
“I’m responsible for your pleasure. I make you come. That’s my job. No one touches you, Wifey. Not even you.”
He rubs my clit before pinching it, until it verges on painful. He ruts inside me, folding over me, making it so tight as he moves inside me that I combust.
“Liam.” I call his name as I fall over the edge into the floating blackness of sensation. Stars play against my eyelids. My hearing tunnels. I can only feel the overwhelming paradise of my body hitting its crescendo.
I float, having no idea how long it takes for him to come.Heat explodes inside me, and he collapses, gliding in and out, chanting my name, stretching out the best orgasm of my life.
Liam
There’s nothing sweet about our coming together. Except maybe her effort to avoid where I’m bruised. And seeing how that’s fucking everywhere, it’s a wonder she was able to get me naked at all without additional pain.
Her shaking hands were enough to get past it. The need I could smell from her core was too.
And my dick isn’t complaining about being where it belongs. I’m softening, but I glide, hating leaving the confines of her warm body.
Her stomach growls, and she throws her hands over her face, swatting me in the process. “Oh my God. I’m sorry.” She groans and her face flames, all the while she reaches for mine to check where she clocked me. “I didn’t mean to?—”
She sees something in me that silences her. I don’t know what. I suspect but I refuse to dig deeper.
“Liam?” she whispers as her hands move from soothing to tracing. She watches her fingers until they clench in my beard and tug me to her.
She lifts as much as she can to meet my lips.
That little bite of pain at my chin, the desire in her eyes, her want.
