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He thrusts and I gasp, back arching. Pleasure and pain rip into my brain. He pushes deeper, deeper, so deep he bottoms out—and that’s when I feel it. The piercing, right at the perfect spot, rubbing up against my clit. Strangely warm, the metal ribbed for texture. I gasp in shock before he pulls back.
“Oh my god,” I whisper. “I think I get why you have that piercing now.”
He smirks, kisses me. “It’s for you,” he whispers, thrusts deep, holds. His ring rubs on my clit as he grinds slowly and I’m shivering with ecstasy, the bliss of him inside of me working into the bliss of his piercing rubbing my clit. “I take it you like it?”
“I love it,” I moan, back arching as I roll my hips, rubbing up against him.
He fucks me again, thrust and out, thrust and out, hitting all my limits, the piercing rubbing my clit, his cock filling me to the brim. I’m panting, unable to form words, unable to form thoughts. He fucks me like I always dreamed, like I knew he would, and I take every inch of him, desperate for more. Desperate, greedy, dripping down his cock. Ring against my clit. My mind an absolute wreck of need.
He goes faster, faster, takes me deeper. I moan, kissing him, pulling his hair, digging my fingers into his back. We writhe together as he fucks me, our bodies moving in tandem, sweat dripping down our skin. Faster, his breath on my throat. Fuck, faster, I need him so badly it’s like I’m going to crumble to pieces if he doesn’t give me what I want.
“God, you feel like fucking heaven,” he says in my ear. “Fuck, Fiona, you feel so good. So tight and warm. God, I want to fill you to the fucking brim.”
“Do it,” I pant, moaning. “Do it, fuck me, Gareth. Fill me.”
“Fiona,” he growls, barely restraining himself, fucking me harder, faster, grinding so his piercing rubs me, and when he pulls my hair, I know I’m done, I’m finished.
I come hard, bearing down on him. He buries his cock in me and we grind together. I explode in absolute bliss, body spasming, back arched, fingers digging into his back. He keeps going, stroking again, deeper. I come, turning into a puddle of pleasure, mindless, drool dribbling from my lips. “Fuck,” I gasp. “Oh my god.”
He roars, going harder, and finally spills himself between my legs. He comes hard, growling, shuddering, and we collapse in a heap together, sweating and spent. I hold him tight, feeling his breath on my skin. Feeling him still between my legs.
“I fuckinglovethat piercing,” I whisper, still twitching with aftershocks.
“I had a feeling you would.”
“Stay here, okay? Let’s just stay right here for a while.” I don’t want to let go of this moment.
“As long as you want me,” he murmurs. “I’ll stay.”
I bite his shoulder gently, holding him tight, feeling more spent and satisfied than I’ve ever felt in my life.
Chapter30
Gareth
Idream of Fiona that night. When I wake, I’m still in her bed. We smell like sex. I kiss her neck, cup her naked breasts. She wiggles her hips against me until I’m hard again. She’s sleepy and beautiful as I kiss her. We fuck like that, half awake. I make sure to grind against her with my piercing, driving her wild. It gives me satisfaction, making her come like this, more joy than I ever thought possible. When she gets off twice, she pushes me back, panting and sweating, and she finishes me with her mouth. Slow and sensual, eyes locked on mine. Swallows every drop.
While she showers, I make breakfast. Pancakes and coffee. She accepts a plate when she comes out, drying her hair. “That was unexpected,” she says.
“What, the morning sex?”
“No, the pancakes.” She stares at the plate. “I genuinely didn’t think you knew how to work the stove.”
I roll my eyes. “I wasn’t always rich, remember? I lived on pancakes for years. They gave me a scholarship at Blackwoods, but not a stipend. Most days it was either trek to the cafeteria, which was nice but on the other side of campus, or stay in with pancakes. I opted for pancakes a lot.” We eat together in the kitchen, standing up. She looks gorgeous in a pair of black shorts and a white tank top that shows off her hard, pink nipples.
I remember biting those nipples. Biting them hard enough to bruise. I step forward, hands grazing her stomach. She sucks in a surprised breath as I lift up her top.
“Hey, what are you—”
I hold her down and look at her tits. Beautiful fucking tits. With little bite marks above them. “Just making sure you’re properly mine.” I kiss the tiny spots, licking them gently.
She turns, covering herself. Face pink with excitement. “Prick. Ask next time instead of manhandling me.”
I pat her ass hard before dressing for work. I’m whistling on the way to the office, feeling good for the first time in a while.
Yes, I fucked up. Yes, I gave in to my base desires. I’ve been so goddamn horny, so insanely pent-up. Yes, I shouldn’t have done it.
If I could go back in time, I’d do it all again.
