Page 69 of Yours to Catch


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I pop off his dick, wiping at the corner of my mouth. “Yummy, and definitely not a dream. That’s an authentic slab of man meat.”

“Organic and homegrown,” he agrees.

The smile I offer in reply is woozy. “You totally get me.”

Garrett squeezes my hip. “I think you got me first.”

“I’m yours to catch, bartender. Come get me.” I shuffle backward toward the pillows.

He fetches a condom from his jeans and rips the foil packet with his teeth. I’m dick-notized as he rolls the rubber down his length with the practiced efficiency of a professional sexpert. A desperation to be filled gnaws at me.

Drool puddles in my mouth when he finishes the task. “I’m gonna need that inside of me. Pronto.”

“Someone recovered quickly.”

“Have you seen your penis? It’s like a majestical monument erected from my depraved fantasies.”

The bed dips and squeaks as he returns to me. Amusement gleams in his fixed stare. “You’re something else. A pierced dick isn’t that uncommon.”

“It is to me. Now”—I resume my previous reclined position, but spread my legs wider—“show me what I’ve been missing.”

He moves into the gap I’ve created. The tops of his thighs bump the backs of mine as he shifts into the desired position. This entanglement gives him a clear shot of my pussy while I sprawl on my back. Meanwhile, I’m blindly waiting for the dicking to commence.

“I should warn you, Peaches.” Blue flames blaze from his unwavering focus. “Rough and hard is my preference. But I’ll go easy this first time.”

“Don’t go soft and slow for me. I don’t need special treatment.”

“You do,” he insists. “The apadravya makes me wider. You’ll need to adjust.”

That gives me pause. “What if you won’t fit?”

His expression flashes with a fiery possession that spikes my pulse. “We’ll fit. You’ll take every inch of me like you can’t survive without it.”

I’m already nodding, an obedient deviant for him to mold. “Give it to me.”

“You want to be stretched to the brink?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

Garrett shifts forward on his knees until his dick bumps my slit. “This is all for you, soulmate.”

My gaze flicks to our reflection above where he grips himself to angle downward. He enters me at a slight diagonal. I immediately understand why when his barbell prods at my sensitive flesh. His pierced tip teases me, barely pushing in before withdrawing. These preparations alone leave me gasping.

Our eyes meet on his next nudge. Trust blooms from our stare to spread warmth through me. Garrett must determine I’m ready for more. An unmistakable burn strikes a match to my core as he pushes inside. I wriggle against the sheets, shoving him deeper. We share a mutual groan when he pauses at the halfway point.

Even with my body primed from several orgasms, his thick length is a snug fit. The hollow ache is replaced with a fullness that can’t be replicated. My neglected muscles twinge from the intrusion, stretching to accommodate his girth. A wiggle and shift from my hips allows me to accept more of him. He’s gentle and careful with his motions. The slow glide is almost a tease from his shallow thrusts.

I suck in a sharp breath once he’s fully seated. “Ohhhh.”

He tips forward until his body is blanketing mine. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

It’s such a cliché phrase, but I preen all the same. The compliment rolling off his tongue sounds like erotic poetry. Or I’m already mindless from this introduction.

He retreats until his piercing tickles my opening. Just as I’m about to protest, he punches forward to fill me again. I arch into him, my sensitive nipples rubbing against his chest. The sensation zaps me. My pussy clenches from the shock, earning a rumble from him. We smile in unison as if practiced.

“See?” He slams forward until we’re joined to the hilt again. “You’re made for me, soulmate.”

A content sigh breezes from me. “We’re a perfect fit.”

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