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Slowly raising my hand, I point at the one center stage, right between his well-defined chest.
He slides his thumb across my lips, and as if he had commanded me to, I open. The burst of adrenaline I get when he slides his finger into my mouth and draws it across my tongue makes me grind downward. His cock was already brushing my sensitive clit, but now I swear I can feel some sort of ridges as I seek what he has for me.
“Physical pain for me is manageable. I’ve been stabbed, tased, beaten nearly to death.” He doesn’t want me to focus on the trauma of that sentence, because his hand that isn’t sliding another finger into my mouth grabs my hips and grinds me harder against him. “A touch is like acid through my bones, clinging to me and ready to make me violently try to find a means to extract the feeling. It’s all in my head and I—” He pauses, but briefly, before continuing, “You, baby girl, cannot fix me… not overnight.”
His thumb grabs at the bottom of my chin and drags me like I’m a fish caught on the end of his line. Both his fingers brush the back of my tongue, but not far enough to make me gagyet. I can feel drool drawing lines down my chin, just like my pussy is soaking his boxers.
“Go ahead and put your hand on the mark.”
I don’t hesitate for a second—my hand instinctively presses against the center of his chest. His nostrils flare, and the ocean depths in his eyes seem to darken and expand.
When he slips his fingers from my mouth, he doesn’t take his hand far, and grabs my throat, then pulls me to him. Our lips crash together, my tongue now attempting dominance, but he is a beast that’s hungry. I’m no match. His grip on me, his tongue against mine, it all wins.
He shifts upward and I lift my hips, allowing him to lower his boxers. There’s no pause as cold metal breaches my center, he doesn’t want to be slow or take his time and neither do I. He can be who he is, and I’ll take it.
Everyholy fucking gloriousinch of him.
I’ve had large partners before, most not totally understanding how to use it, but when he slams against my back wall I gasp for air. He eats the mewl that vibrates out of my throat, turning his head and deepening the kiss.
I’d completely missed the burning of his first thrust, but I don’t as I lift myself up for the first time. He’s got piercings, but fuck it feels like they’re everywhere. That can’t be, but just the thought has me trembling and moving faster.
He leans me back. “Ride me.” His command goes without question, and when I begin to lift myself, he grabs my hips. “Roll, just like you did on my fingers. You’ll feel every curved inch of my cock as it fucks that soft spot inside you.”
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d want amantelling me how to have sex. But I guess he knows his dick better than I do and he isn’t wrong.
I angle myself back and roll my hips, feeling his head rubbing against my g-spot, no, fucking massaging it. The tight grip of my lower stomach has my legs already shaking, and a force attempting to have me curl forward.
I’d kept my hand at his chest, and just as I’m about to move it, he puts his over mine. His fingers slip under my palm and keeps me situated.
“Oh,fuck, that’s it.”
“Ronan, I’m—fuck!” I’ve never been able to orgasm without my clit being stimulated, it’s why I got the piercing. At this angle, it’s not brushing against my usual needy place, but whatever his dick is made of is giving me everything I need. My entire abdomen clenches, causing my movements to increase.
The moment I shut my eyes and begin tumbling over, he grabs my cheeks and directs me downward. “Look at me while you come on my cock, Cal.”
I swear fireworks spark even across my open eyes as I shake violently through my second orgasm. His smile as I begin to lean forward has my heart doing stupid leaps. It’s like he’s proud of me for coming and Jesus, I’m ready for my trophy I did nothing for.
“That’s my good girl.” His praise mixed with the degradation has every bit of me on fire.
A sudden smack of my ass makes me clench and groan. “Ah, and look at you, even drooling for me.” He leans forward from his reclined position, drawing his tongue across my chin and lips. “I still need to taste your tears, baby girl. I imagine they’re as delectable as your cunt.”
I swear to god, this man.
I'm panting and sweating, the fireplace warming the space, combined with my own body heat, means we're going to start sticking to each other any second now.
“On your knees and hook your wrists together behind your back.” His smirk has goosebumps rolling through my body, peaking my already throbbing nipples. “I want you to choke on my cock while you swallow my cum before your pussy does.”
I can’t believe myself, but Iwhine. “I-I’m on—”
“Shh.” He moves his hands to my hips and lifts me as though I weigh nothing. “I felt your IUD when I was finger-fucking you. I know.”
Undoubtedly my face is flushed red with how flustered I am.
He groans, and I can see him wanting to say something, but stifles it. Instead, he leans forward and kisses between my breasts. “I'll be covering every inch and filling every hole of yours with my cum, baby girl. For now, you’ll taste us together and swallow what I give you. Do you hear me?”
“Yes…”
“Yes?” His voice like a thunderous roar.
