And pierced.
My body ripples around each piece of metal straining against the condom as he eases inside me.
“F-fuck,” I pant.
He brings me to him with the hand fisting my hair. His kiss is gentler this time, like he’s using it to relax me, knowing the stuttering of my breath is due to the sheer size of him.
“S’okay,” he rumbles against my lips, his words distorted.
I mewl shamelessly as he slides his tongue inside my mouth at the same time he eases me down a little further. I grab onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin and moaning.
The resulting groan from the back of his throat isn’t one of pain but desire.
I sink my nails a little deeper and his cock flexes inside me, making me jolt. He uses my movement to bring me down with more force, pushing deep inside me until our skin meets.
I gasp against his mouth. “Oh my God. That’s… wow.”
There’s no mistaking the alien feeling of multiple metal bars filling me alongside his cock. I can’t see a thing, but I swear his lips curl up against mine.
He doesn’t give me time to think. He grabs my other ass cheek and lifts me, bringing me down onto his cock like I weigh nothing.
Deep, rough groans fill my ears as he pumps me up and down on him like he can’t hold back any longer. I couldn’t extract myself from his iron-clad grip even if I wanted to.
So, I hold onto his shoulders and enjoy the ride.
I’ve never been fucked by a guy with a pierced dick before, and the sensation of every bump and ridge against me as he pulls out and thrusts in again is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
My eyes roll in my head as he bites my nipple through my T-shirt.
Scratch that.
I’ve neverbeen fuckedbefore.
I’ve had sex, sure. But this?
I scrabble to pull the fabric off, needing to feel his mouth on me, needing to know if it’s as hot as it felt through the fabric.
He latches onto my nipple before it’s even over my head.
“So good,” I pant, twisting my fingers in the roots of his hair as he alternates between sucking and biting it.
I shiver in his arms, not knowing what to do. I’m a ball of energy and panted breaths as he bounces me up and down on his giant dick and devours my breasts with rough, frenzied mouthfuls like a wild animal being fed.
There’s something so primal and commanding about his movements that I’d question how long it’s been since he last had sex if I didn’t know any better. No wonder the girl in the floral dress came out of here lit up like the Fourth of July. Declan fucks like a crazy giant-dicked hulk who’s been starved of human touch.
And it only makes the entire thing hotter.
“I’m going to come,” I whimper.
He grunts, digging his fingers harder into my flesh as if my words have spurred him on. He quickens, until I’m a mewling mess—thighs quivering, nipples trembling—each taking its turn encased in his hot mouth.
I coil tighter and tighter, gripping his shoulders like I need them to ground me.
The moment my orgasm hits, I throw my head back and tears burst from my eyes.
“Oh, fuck! F-f-fuuucckkk!”
I cry out, not caring how loud I am.
