He shoved his pants down, kicking them off with his briefs. His cock sprang free—huge, pierced, the tip glistening with precum, veins pulsing with need, the silver glint of his piercing catching the light and making my mouth water.
He didn’t wait, just grabbed my thighs and spread me wide. His fingers dug into my flesh as he thrust into me in one brutal stroke.
I screamed, the stretch burning so good as his piercing dragged against my walls. He filled me completely, bottoming out until I felt him in my throat, and my core was stretched to its limit around him.
“That’s it,” he hissed, hips snapping. “Take every inch. This pussy was made for me. Feel that piercing, baby? It’s carving my name inside you, hitting that spot that rips the screams from your throat, that turns you into my begging little mess.”
He fucked me relentlessly, the bed creaking under us, his hands pinning my hips as he pounded deeper. The headboard slammed against the wall in a steady rhythm that matched the wet slap of his balls against me.
I clawed at his back, my nails raking his tattoos and leaving red trails across the ink as I moaned with every thrust. The pleasure was building fast and fierce as my body arched into him.
His cock stretched me open, the piercing bumping that spot inside that made my vision blur, my toes curl…my breath catch in my throat.
“Matty—fuck, you’re so deep.” I gasped as my walls fluttered around him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper.
He leaned down, sucking my nipple into his mouth. His teeth grazed my skin as his tongue flicked just right, and then he bit down just hard enough to make me cry out. The dual sensation sent sparks through me, and I clenched harder around him.
“Love how you take me,” he rumbled, his mouth hot against my skin as he switched to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his hips never slowing as he drove into me.
“So fucking beautiful. So mine. This pussy—gripping me like it never wants to let go. I don’t want it to. I want to live inside you, feel you wrapped around me every second, every day.”
His hips snapped harder, the rhythm brutal, possessive as his cock dragged against every sensitive inch of me. The piercing continued to catch on my walls, sending jolts of pleasure through me with every thrust.
I was drowning in him, in the way he filled me, the way his muscles flexed under my hands, the way his eyes burned into mine, claiming me with every look, every stroke. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I shook, slick dripping down my thighs and pooling beneath us.
The sheets were soaked through, and I was oddly proud of that fact. I didn’t want him to wash them. I wanted him to lie in this bed and smell me everywhere.
I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, chasing every spark of pleasure as my moans grew more desperate.
“Matty—Fuck, I’m close.” I panted as my insides tightened, the pleasure so intense it almost hurt. My clit throbbed with every grind against his pelvis.
He grinned wickedly and shifted his angle, one hand pressing down on my lower belly, the other gripping my thigh to keep me spread wide. His cock hit that spot over and over, dragging against my walls with every stroke, and pressure was building inside me.
Different, overwhelming…like a dam about to break.
I was trembling as I hovered on the edge of something new, something more intense than anything I’d done with him before.
“You’re gonna give me more,” he taunted in a thick voice, his eyes glinting with challenge. “I know you’ve got it in you,Ophelia. Let it go. I want to feel you soak my cock, want to see you lose it completely…I want todrownin you.”
He pressed harder on my belly, thrusting deeper, his pace unforgiving, and I shattered—squirting hard, a gush of slick bursting out of me, soaking his cock, his thighs, the sheets in a hot, relentless flood.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled as he pulled out fast, grabbing the coffee mug from his nightstand and holding it under me to catch every spurt. I stared, dumbfounded, as the clear liquid dripped into the cup.
My thighs were shaking uncontrollably as I went limp, every nerve in my body buzzing.
Shock froze me as he lifted the mug to his lips and tipped it back, drinking me down in long swallows. His throat worked as he stared at me, a low moan escaping him as he savored it.
“You taste even better like this,” he rasped as he licked his lips before setting the mug aside with aclink.
“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna do that again for me. I’m not done tasting you.”
He flipped me onto my stomach with a rough tug, yanking my hips up until I was on my knees, my face pressed into the pillow, my ass in the air.
I was still shaking…dripping, slick running down my thighs.
Matty didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath, though.
He spread my cheeks wide, exposing me completely, and I gasped as his tongue dragged up my slit, lapping at the mess I’d made like he was starving for it.
