The flippin’ beltsaren’tcoming undone.
My cry of frustrationiscovered up by his rumble of laughter.His hands pushing mine out of the way, heundoeshis buckles.A soft cry of relief escapesme.He lickshis way up my breasts to my neck.Biting my ear, hesays, “Pick a number higher than three.”
“Sixteen,” I gasp, not really paying attention to his wordsanymore.I just want his cock out of his pants.Want itdeepinside of me.
Shoving down his trousers and boxers, I reach for him.A shudder of pleasuresweepsthrough me as I grip his hard, thick cock in my hand.
I pump up and downhislength.Once, twice as he grabsmy waist and liftsmeup the wall.I wrap my legs around his hips.Guidehis cock to my pussy’s entrance.Moaning, Irubmy finger across his piercing,causing him to hiss.Thenhe finally pushesinsideofme.
His groans match mine.
His thrusts.
His pulse.
His need to come.
With my hand over his chest,feeling the quick beating of his heart, I ride him hard.His piercing hits me in the most pleasurable of spots.Lightning seems to flash behind my eyes, charging the air.Charging me.
My breaths come out harder.
My thighs quiver.
My stomach clenches.
My every nerve ending floodedwith heat, I beg, “Harder.Please.”
And fuck me, he actuallydoesit.
Not faster.
Not more frantic.
Butharder.
With each strong thrust, hefillsme.
With each pull back, heleavesme empty.
Only to slam in with a strength thatleavesme shaken.
Bruised.
On the beautiful flippin’ edge of ecstasy.
Again.
And again.
And a-fucking-gain.
Grabbing the back of his neck, I arch to meet his thrusts.His fingers dig into my waist.His cock poundsinto me, the metal of his piercing a heavy weight inside me.
Reaching between us, I rub my clit.
Close my eyes and scream.
As I clench around him, gasping, moaning and begging, he slowshis thrusts.His mouthcoversmine, swallowing each and every noise I make.His hands cup my face as he kissesme deeply.
