There’s another clench in my pussy, but this time it’s from doubt. His dick has to be at least nine inches long. The bedazzled beast will split me in half. I might be bold and putting on a show that’ll make cam girls blush, but I’m not experienced enough to fit that inside me.
But that’s a concern for a different day. Right now, I’m going to enjoy the view.
“How fascinating.” There’s no disguising the awe in my voice. “What do you, um… call all that?”
“Most refer to this as a Jacob’s Ladder. But the whole section here”—he traces a path down the midline of his dick—“is called the frenum.”
“A Frenum Ladder,” I breathe.
“Mhmm.” His hand gestures at the hoop notched into his tip. “And this is a Reverse Prince Albert.”
“Aren’t barbells supposed to have balls on the ends?” I study the modest gauges that have flat pieces on both sides to hold them in place.
“It was recommended to start with this style of jewelry until we’re sure you can handle more.”
“That’s… considerate.” But then I gawk at the thicker ring hooked into his tip. “What about this one?”
“Meant to stimulate your G-spot. This design”—he flicks the round connector in the center—“is highly recommended to do just that. If it’s too much or not enough, I can easily swap it out.”
My eyes are dry from lack of blinking, but I can’t force myself to miss any action. “Now Ireallywant the sex.”
“That can be arranged,” he taunts.
I yank myself from the pinnacle of peens and glare at him. “Clever strategy.”
Colton flexes his hips. “Agree to be mine.”
It takes great effort to ignore the rod bobbing for attention. “You’re crazy.”
“About you.”
“Good grief. Somehow you manage to make that sound romantic.” I mutter under my breath about deranged stalkers wanting to settle down, but then the glimmer from his dick distracts me. It’s a shock to my system all over again. “How did this happen?”
“Professionally,” he drawls. “In a tattoo parlor.”
I roll my eyes at his sassy ass. “You sure are full of surprises. Did it hurt?”
A pearl of precum appears during my careful inspection and Colton swipes at the moisture, spreading it to lube his cock. “Totally worth the pain.”
My exhale sputters. “I bet the ladies appreciate your dedication to their pleasure.”
“This is only meant to service one woman in particular, if she’ll have me.”
I freeze. “You didn’t do that for me.”
But he nods. “Overheard you mention penis piercings once and decided to go for it. If you were gonna try a flashy cock, it sure as shit was gonna be mine.”
“You went through all this”—I motion wildly at the metal stabbing through his sensitive flesh in several areas—“just because I made an off-handed comment?”
“Willing to do whatever it takes to swing the odds in my favor.”
“Oh-kayyyy,” I expel a lungful of flabbergasted shock. “That’s next-level, Stalker.”
“Does that mean you’ll let me satisfy your curiosity?”
He fists his studded length, rolling upward to thumb the hoop at the tip. My eyes track the lazy motion, lulling me into another trance. But then a pesky detail wiggles its way to the surface.
“Hold on,” I blurt. “That pierced penis conversation happened like… Gosh, I don’t even remember.”
