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“Just like that,” he croons. “Relax. Breathe through your nose.”

I moan, gag, pull back. “Shit,” I say, breathing hard, stroking him slowly. “I’ll never get it all. You’re fucking huge.”

“Maybe not, but I love when you try.”

So I try again. Going as deep as I can. But mostly I’m stroking him, sucking his tip, feeling him slide his fingers along my slit. Fuck, it feels good, having him rub my naked, soaking pussy like that, with his cock in my mouth. Staring at the piercing. I’m moaning, and bliss is slamming in my head, and he’s making these little grunting pleasure noises that drive me absolutely wild.

I suck him faster. Not caring about the mess I make. Drool rolls down his shaft. I keep going, groaning as his fingers slide inside, back to my clit, brain on fire with need. “You’re going to come,” he purrs, moaning. “Fuck, I want you to come with me in your mouth. Keep sucking my cock, Fiona, keep fucking going.”

I gag, force myself through it, let him drive deeper into my mouth. His fingers go faster, curling inside, back to my clit, rolling in circles, and fuck, he’s right, I’m going to come.

I burst in pleasure, twitching, his cock sliding deeper into my throat. I can barely think, definitely can’t breathe, and it’s fucking heaven. I’m moaning with him in my throat, his fingers pushing me deeper into the orgasm, and finally he pulls me back by the hair.

I’m gasping for air, my body flushed, numb with pleasure. He kisses me, pulls me against him, into his lap. “Breathe,” he commands. “Keep breathing.”

“Oh my god,” I say, blinking black spots from my vision, my ears ringing. “What thehellwas that?”

“You might’ve choked a little bit.”

“Did I almost die? Did I nearly die with your cock in my mouth?”

“No,” he says, laughing. “You didn’t nearly die. But you were coming at the same time so your brain was low on oxygen.”

“Now I understand the phrasechoke me, daddy, even better.”

“Say that again,” he whispers, kissing me, pulling me into position. I straddle him, arching my back, his shaft teasing my wet entrance, grinding my hips down, desperate to feel the piercing against my clit.

“You’re not giving me a break tonight, are you?” I ask him.

He shakes his head as I slide down his shaft. God, he’s huge. It always takes me a second to get used to his size. I stay there, moving my hips in circles, shuddering as his piercing grinds against my clit. He kisses me, licks the spots where he left his bite marks, sucking my nipples hard.

“I love your tits,” he says quietly. “I love when you show them off. I love the way you moan when I tease your nipples. I love the noise you make when my hands slide down your pants, before I’ve even touched your pussy. This little whimper of anticipation.”

“What else?” I ask, starting to ride him, staring into his eyes. Each stroke of his cock brings another stroke of his piercing against my clit.

“I love the way you look at me when you’re sucking my cock. Like you’re enjoying how it makes me feel.”

“Because I am.”

“I like your tight pussy,” he says. He slaps my ass hard. I moan, grinding into him. “I love your body. I love the way you’re not shy about the way you look.”

“When you work hard for it, you gotta flaunt it,” I say, going faster. Panting now. Up, down, stroke. Clit to piercing, bliss into my brain.

“I love how your pale skin turns pink when you come.”

“You can thank my Irish ancestors for that.”

He bites my nipples. “I like that you take the pain.”

“Asshole.” Faster. Faster, working my back, my hips, riding him up and down. Losing control. Losing my mind.

“I like when you set the pace. Set the rhythm. You know what you like and what will get you there. And you weren’t afraid of my piercing. I like that.”

“Shit,” I whisper, fingers digging into his shoulders, the orgasm already building. “Keep talking. Don’t stop.”

“I like your mouth. Your dirty fucking mouth. I like when you curse as you come. Like you’ve lost control. I like when you spread your legs, look over your shoulder, and let me fuck you from behind. I like the taste of your pussy as you pull my hair. I like you wearing sweats, and dresses, and nothing at all. But more than anything, I like you soaking wet, tasting like sweat, riding me nice and fast, just like this.”

“Fuck,” I say, leaning forward, grinding down on him, cock deep between my legs, piercing right on my clit. That motherfucker, it’s bliss, god damn him, it’s bliss, and I come so hard I nearly pass out. It’s not like when his cock was in my mouth, but my head’s buzzing all the same.

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