I lift her from the counter, wrapping her legs around my waist as I walk us to the stairs and up to the master bedroom, my tongue still plundering her mouth hungrily. I stop at the foot of the bed and let her body slide down the front of mine, pushing my hard cock into her as she goes.
“Next time I’ll undress you, but right now I just need you to get naked for me.” Her fingers reach for the hem of her top. “Good girl,” her eyes widen at my words. She likes it, but I can tell she doesn’t want to. “You can be whoever the fuck you want to be out there, Peyton. Be a top surgeon, be a lawyer, be the fucking president. I love how smart you are, how strong you can be; but understand that in here, when you’re with me, you will submit to me, and you will fucking love it. You need it as much as I do, you need to give up that control you have in every aspect of your life.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“You already are, sweetheart. You called me,” I whisper the words. “You have no idea what that meant to me, what that means for us. Fuck, sweet girl, you trusted me.” She nods at me, not sure what else to say. That’s fine. Right now, I don’t need words from her.
I pull my own shirt over my head and throw it across the room, my fingers reaching for the belt of my jeans. I can’t wait to see her reaction to my cock, to what I’ve had done to it.
“Get naked, Peyton. Now.” She’d paused in her actions, distracted by the sight of me undressing, but she starts again at my words. I take in every inch she reveals as she continues removing her clothes.Fuck.I knew she had a good figure, I’d seen it at the gym, but naked Peyton is something else. She’s got the body of a Goddess.
I reach for the waistband of my boxers and leisurely pull them down, revealing myself to her slowly. She gasps as she gets her first look at my cock. It’s hard, angry looking and already leaking pre-cum. I lightly fist it and give it a tug, angling it so she can see the eight barbells that line the underside of my cock.
“Holy shit,” she breathes out nervously. I chuckle at her reaction.
“There’s nothing holy about what I’m about to do to you.”
“Bennett, that’s not — no — we can’t.” She backs away from me, but she doesn't get far before the backs of her knees hit the bed and she lands on it with a little squeak.
“We can and we will, Peyton. You’ll take every piercing, and you’ll count them as you do.” I push her onto her back and drop to my knees in front of her, she props herself up on her elbows, her eyes widening as she realizes my intention.
“You don’t have to do that.” Is she being serious? I don’t have to? I fucking want to, it’s all I’ve been able to think about since I got my first taste outside the gym.
“I want to,” I growl as I lick up her slit. If I thought her mouth was delicious, it’s got nothing on her cunt.Fuck me, she tastes like mine.
“But I know men don’t really like to do that.” I lift my head at that.What the fuck?
“I don’t know what men you’ve been with, sweetheart, and I don’t want to — trust me, it’s better I don’t know who they are — but let me tell you, if they were real men they’d want to eat this cunt; they’d devour it like I’m about to. I’ve been thinking about this all fucking day. Now lie back and let me enjoy my dessert.” She does as I ask and I silently vow to make this the best damn head of her life.
I lick and suck at the lips of her sex, massaging her clit with my tongue and I listen to the sounds she makes; what makes her gasp, what makes her thighs quiver. Then, I do it all over again. Her clit pulsesunder my tongue and I know she’s close. Taking it between my lips, I suck it hard while thrusting a finger into her. She explodes on my tongue and lets out a scream that would wake the neighbors — if we had any. I continue to lap at her, ensuring I savor every drop of her release.
I raise up onto the bed and shift us both into the middle. I brush the strands of her hair away that are stuck to her cheeks and lower my lips to hers, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans at her flavor, and I can’t help but groan at the way she kisses me back, as if she likes tasting herself on me.
“See, just like I said,” I murmur as I pull back slightly, “fucking delicious.” She bites her lip, and I groan again as I reach between us and guide my cock to her slick heat.
“Wait,” she puffs as I notch the head of my cock at her entrance. “Condom.”
“No condom,” I say as I push into her.
“Bennett, no, I’m not taking anything.”Good.I shove my cock inside her and her walls practically strangle me.She can count them next time.
“You’re telling me you don’t want this?” I thrust into her, fully seating myself inside her cunt. She whimpers as her body struggles to accommodate my size. “You don’t want my cum?” I thrust again, harder this time. “You don’t want me to fill you up and mark you as mine?” I drive into her, the need to make us both come my only concern, I need to feel her tighten around me. “You’re mine, Peyton, and everyone will fucking know it,” I snarl.
“Oh God, you’re insane. I shouldn’t want this. What are you doing to me?” She moans as my cock hits a sweet spot inside her. I’m so fucking deep; she’s taken every inch of me, every single piercing.
“Claiming you.”
“Oh fuck, yesss,” she hisses as her cunt clamps around my cock and her orgasm pulses through her, the barbells doing their job and intensifying her pleasure. I try to make it last, to keep thrusting, to prolong the feeling of being inside her, but the pleasure is too much and after just a few more thrusts I follow her into bliss; my orgasm crashing through me. My cock throbs inside her, sending rope after rope of cum deep inside my woman, exactly where it belongs.
Chapter Seven
Peyton
There must be something wrong with me. I’m a doctor for Christ’s sake and I just let a man I barely know come inside me. He could have anything. Was today not enough? Do I really have to go and risk contracting something twice in one day? Not to mention I’m not on birth control. The fact I have fertility issues and conceiving will be difficult for me is beside the point. He didn’t know that. And it’s not impossible for me to conceive, just difficult. We’ll forget about the fact that he is currently still buried inside me and the weight of his body on mine feels phenomenal.
He lifts his head from where it landed beside mine on the pillow and his lips find mine. He kisses me like I’m his salvation, like it’s not a choice but a need.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasps, “I could spend the rest of my life inside you and I still don’t think it would be enough.” He lifts onto his arms and slowly pulls out of me, his eyes drawn to where we were joined. “Now that’s a pretty sight, my cum leaking out of your just fucked pussy. We’re going to have to keep this nice and full, just so I get to see it dripping out of you.” His words, although a massive turn on, bring back the issue at hand.
