She frowns. “Yeah. Why?”
I lick my lips. “Go put it on, Baby.”
“Such a good girl,” I croon, stroking Jude’s hair as I thrust my dick back into her mouth.
She’s on her knees for me, looking like a goddamn angel in clouds of white.
Her throat clenches around the head of my dick as I push in until her nose touches my skin. The gagging motion is fucking beautiful, squeezing the head of me in a way that has me groaning and fighting the urge to come.
I pull back, looking into her glittering eyes as she breathes through her nose, not wanting to let my dick leave her mouth for one second. She swirls her tongue over the piercing that runs through my slit to the underside of my crown.
“Fuck, Baby. You suck my cock so well,” I hiss, as a bolt of heat races up my length, making it swell. “And you look so pretty when you do it,” I muse, admiring the white silk fabric cupping around her tits and pushing them up.
She smiles around my dick, sucking it back down, taking her time to pass her lips over each of the three horizontal piercings set through my shaft.
I never planned on getting my dick pierced so many times. I did the first one on a whim, because a friend dared me to four years ago. I still recall the first time I jerked off, playing with that metal bar. I came so fucking hard I thought my balls might explode. After that I got the three spaced along my shaft, thinking they’d make it even more mind-blowing. But all they did was shred a condom the first time I had sex afterward. That was over three years ago.
But now, looking down at Jude hum around each one as she sucks happily on my cock, I’m glad I got them done. I know she screams my name loudest when they’re working multiple spots inside her at once.
“You’ll make me come,” I warn as she speeds up, tugging on my balls as she deepthroats me again. “Fuck, Baby.” I fist her hair, pulling her off my dick and breathing heavily as I battle the impending threat of my orgasm.
She gazes at me, licking her lips. “You taste good, I can’t help it.”
Dropping my head back, I exhale toward the ceiling. “Fuck.”
My cock’s painfully hard and pre-cum is leaking down the sides of it. I’m almost fucking shaking as I hold off ramming it back down her throat and unloading my balls into her like my body is screaming at me to do.
But I didn’t just want to watch her suck my cock in a dress she was supposed to be marrying another guy in.
I wanted to fucking ruin her in it. Mark her as mine. Not his.
Pulling Jude to her feet, I jerk my chin at her bed behind her.
“Lie down, Baby. Legs apart. Pussy on display for me.”
She drops to the bed, her eyelids hooded with lust as she reclines back and inches the layers of silk up over her thighs until they’re bunched around her hips.
Then she drops her legs wide.
Fuck me. She’s wearing a tiny lace pair of white panties that barely cover her.
I walk over, squeezing my dick, my eyes glued to the wet line down the center of the fabric. She’s soaked and I haven’t even touched her yet.
Climbing onto the bed, I kneel between her spread thighs, completely naked as she stares up at me, waiting.
“You were going to marry another man in these, Jude.” I tsk, running the tip of one finger down the wet line in her panties. She jerks, arching from the bed, chasing my touch as I withdraw it. “That’s fucking unacceptable,” I say in a calm voice.
She whimpers. “I’m sorry.”
“I know you are, Baby.”
I run a hand up her thigh with a firm grip, getting all the way to the apex of her thighs. She sucks in a breath as I pause, tilting my head to admire her. Slowly, I slide a thumb up and down the edge of the lace, toying with it.
“Please,” Jude whines, her thighs trembling.
“You’ll get my cock, Baby. Don’t worry. But you have to wait a little longer, okay? Can you be patient for me?”
She wilts against the mattress. “Yes.”
