A challenge my brother and I had set for ourselves when we turned eighteen:Who could handle a dick piercing or be the first to run out the door?
The procedure was easy; it was the recovery time that sucked the fucking most, which is why I just stuck with my Prince Albert. Lucas got the reverse version, and then, to one-up me after the fact, followed it up a few days later with a five-bar Jacob’s ladder.
I didn’t bother trying to compete at that point, even though I sometimes wished I had.
The sensations from the piercing, the increased stimulation while fucking with it, were beyond anything I’d felt prior, and worth every torturous week I had to wait while it healed.
“Spread those gorgeous thighs, babygirl. Let me feel this tight pussy welcome me home.”
Evie moved quickly, parting her legs wide enough for me to lean back and slide her thong bikini aside before lining myself up and pressing the cold steel against her warm center.
“Yes,please.” Her need morphed into a breathy moan as she tilted her hips back and lifted onto her toes, allowing me a better angle.
“Grip the sides of the desk and hold on tight.”
She didn’t waste any time repositioning her hands, nearly white knuckling the edges on either side in anticipation as I pulled back, gently caressing her hips, before slamming my full length into her, jolting the desk as she screamed my name like a fucking prayer.
I couldn’t control myself after hearing a god-given sound like that; Evie’s heavenly cry was my ultimate undoing.
Her pussy was so damn tight that even I moaned in ecstasy the moment I was fully seated inside of her, reveling in the feel of her walls as they squeezed my dick like a vice. I started moving with rough, precise thrusts, my fingers digging into her hips as I released one hand to trail up her spine while she writhed under me.
The longer I had her in this position, the more I felt as though something wasn’t quite right, that fucking her like this was almost…wrong. Like she deserved better from me.
Following through with my earlier intention, I pulled out completely, her pleasure dripping from my cock as I flipped her around to face me and drove myself back in, propping one of her shins against my shoulder.
Evie’s brilliant blue, almost teal eyes never left mine as we fucked, her hand intimately grazing along the one I had set on her waist, sending a shiver up my spine.
My pacing slowed as I felt a tether tighten between us—a connection making itself known, as I started seeing her in a completely different light, feeling my heart thrashing against my ribcage hard enough to burst through the bone and fall into her lap.
I swallowed a moan as the pleasure consumed me, and this fuck grew to a more emotional level. Seeing her face and the way she looked up at me while taking every solid inch at full tilt.
“What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?” Evie panted between bated breaths and lustful gasps.
I shook my head, trying to snap out of the trance she had managed to drag me under—trying to figure out what the fuck was happening to me.
“Nothing, I—”
I was here to stake my claim.
I was here to make her mine.
I was crossing a line far too fucking soon.
Fuck.
Tilting forward, I cupped the back of her neck, lifting her upper body toward mine before locking my lips with hers and moaning into them as I curled my hips with a passionate drive, turning what started as a fuck into something more,at least for me.
Life was all about taking risks, and what good would a marriage be without the risk of attachment? The risk of falling…
Her eyes drifted shut as one hand tangled in my hair and the other slipped under the collar of my shirt to grip onto my shoulder for support, her nails digging into my skin—marking me,and I fucking let her.
I reached between us to tease her clit, feeling her walls flex and tighten around my cock with the lightest of touches.
“Come for me, babygirl. Give me a piece of you to take with me.”
Our fervent kiss deepened as her whole body tensed, right before she found her climax, and I muffled her sweet cries with my mouth. Her pussy spasmed around my dick, leading me to find my release right after, feeling the warmth of my cum as it spilled into her with every strong pulse.
My hands dropped to the desk, palms pressing firmly into the wood as I stared down at the woman who had inevitably flipped my world on its axis.
Evie clung to me, fists tightly balled up in my shirt as she focused on her breathing. And even through her exhaustion, she still managed to give me exactly what I needed.
A look that told me I had succeeded.
Reassurance that she was mine.
The overwhelming feeling of her becoming my forever.
And now this next week was going to fucking suck without my girl.
