I ride him harder, faster, sliding up and down his thick length with shameless desperation. The wet, obscene sounds of mypussy taking every inch echo through the alcove. My clit throbs as the pressure in my stomach coils tighter and tighter.
“That’s it, baby,” he pants, his eyes wild and lips swollen from sucking on my nipples. “Ride my cock. Use me like the desperate little slut you are.Fuck, you look so pretty like this—tits bouncing, that greedy pussy swallowing every inch of me. That’s my good girl. Look at you fucking yourself on my cock.”
His filthy words send shivers skimming across my skin. Looking at him, you’d never guess he has a mouth like this. The contrast is insane—quiet, controlled Milo on the outside, but the second he’s buried inside me, he becomes this dirty, commanding man who knows exactly how to make me lose my mind.
And fuck me in every position—I’m dying over it. The way his voice drops to a rough growl when he says those words, while his cock stretches me so perfectly… It’s doing dangerous things to my already scrambled brain.
I never knew I needed to be spoken to like this until now. Never knew this combination of filthy praise and degradation, mixed with his controlled exterior, would turn me into a whimpering, soaking mess so fast.
“Too much, Milo…oh God, I can’t?—”
“You can,” he assures me, his voice dark and rough. “You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you, pretty girl?”
The command is almost enough to make me lose control.
One of his hands leaves my breast and travels down my body until his thumb finds my swollen, oversensitive clit. He rubs tight, firm circles, and the triple sensation—his cock stretching me, the piercing dragging against my G-spot, and his thumb on my clit—is almost too much.
“You can do it,” he encourages me, his voice rough as his hips thrust up, meeting mine. “Let me feel you come all over my cock. Be a good girl and soak me.”
The filthy praise is what pushes me over the edge.
I come hard, screaming his name as my walls clamp down around him, pulsing and gushing. My vision whites out, and my entire body shakes violently as waves crash through me.
Milo doesn’t slow down. He keeps fucking me through it with deep, powerful thrusts, drawing out my orgasm until I’m shaking, oversensitive, and begging incoherently.
He flips us again before I can catch my breath, hooks my legs around his waist, and pounds back into me relentlessly. The new angle hits spots I didn’t even know existed.
“Fuck—Milo!” I cry out as my nails dig into his back.
His rhythm becomes punishing, each thrust deep and relentless. My head lolls to the side, eyes rolling back as a galaxy erupts behind my eyelids.
Milo grips my chin firmly, turning my face back to his. “Eyes on me,” he demands, his voice rough and commanding. “I want to see your pretty face when I come deep inside this sweet pussy.”
I force my eyes open, locking onto his storm-gray gaze. The intensity of his gaze steals what little breath I have left.
“Come inside me,” I beg, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Please, Milo. I want to feel you come inside me.”
“That’s it,” he groans, his hips slamming into me harder. “Look at me as I fill you up. Take every last fucking drop like the good girl you are.”
The raw eye contact, combined with his filthy words and the relentless drag of his piercing against my walls, pushes me over the edge once more.
I come a second time with a shattered scream, my walls spasming around him. Milo buries himself to the hilt with a broken roar of my name. I feel every hot, thick pulse as he comes deep inside me, filling me completely. His hips jerk against mineas he grinds the piercing against my most sensitive spots, riding out his orgasm without ever breaking eye contact.
We stay locked together, panting and trembling, foreheads pressed close as the waterfall roars around us like it’s celebrating.
Slowly, he lowers my legs and withdraws carefully. I whimper at the loss, but he’s already gathering me into his arms and turning me gently so I’m curled against his chest. He kisses me softly, reverently—on my lips, my forehead, my temple—his hands stroking my sides, back, and face like he can’t stop touching me.
“Fuck,” he whispers against my lips, his voice hoarse. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I breathe, pressing my face into his neck, completely spent. “It really was.”
I curl deeper into his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat beneath the waterfall’s cool mist, knowing we’ve just crossed a line we can never cross back.
And I’ve never been happier about anything.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Milo
