Fuck. I’ve never been with a pierced man before. I’m dying to find out if it’s worth the hype.
“Like what you see?”
I nod.
“I can tell. You’re a fucking whore for it, aren’t you?” He clutches my hair and tugs, yanking my head back so I’m forced to look at him. He studies me intently, I assume, to see if I’ll change my mind. When I lift my chin higher, he says, “Now be my good little slut and tell me what happens next.”
He releases his grip, and I straighten my shoulders and get back into character. “Yes, sir.”
“You drive me mad, Mills.”
The heat in my belly ignites when he calls me that. “Spit on your cock,” I command, sticking with the original script.
Ezra obeys, catching his saliva and rubbing it along his shaft.
“Nowslowlystroke it.” I’m entranced by his every move. “That’s it. Fuck that hand. Do you wish you were fucking my mouth or my pussy right now?”
Rather than answer, he grunts, his hips jerking, his length sliding through his fist.
“Or maybe you’d want to take my ass.” I keep my focus fixed on the sight before me. “Is that what you want? Me on all fours, my tight hole hungry for your cock? Spit on it again. Get it real wet for me.”
He does as he’s told. “Fuck.” His breathing is rapid, his thrusts erratic.
“Are you close?” Turning up the seduction, I steal a peek at his face. His features are pinched; he’s straining to hold back. “Let me hear you.”
He grunts.
“Louder,” I urge. “That’s it. Fuck your hand like you’re fucking me.Harder. I like it rough,” I rasp.
In response, his throaty groans fill the room.
I’m practically dripping at the sight. There’s nothing sexier than a man moaning.
I’m still on my knees, worshipping this solo act. One flick of my tongue, and I’d be touching the tip of his dick.
“Are you ready to come for me, Daddy?”
He curls over me, a hand on the countertop once again, his sweat droplets landing on my bare shoulder. “Open your mouth,” he demands.
I hold my tongue out wide, and when Ezra spits on it, my body spasms with need.
“Now suck on my dick until I come down your pretty little throat.”
With pleasure.
My core throbs with want, but I resist the urge to touch myself. Instead, I coat his cock with the mixture of our saliva, relishing the way the cool metal of his piercings feels against my tongue and fantasizing about how they’d feel in my pussy. Or my ass.
I peer up at him.
“You’re incredible,” he groans, the tendons in his neck tight.
With both hands at the back of my head, he holds me still and shoves his dick deep.
Surprised by the move, I gag on him.
“That’s it. Choke on my cock like the good little slut you are. You said you like it rough. Were you lying?”
I shake my head, my eyes watering.
